#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

What a hot day. Too hot by 8:00 a.m. in the sun in the yard, heading to the river with Charlie. We move onto a path through the pine grove. Chippie is noticeably better behaved. Possibly his bad nipping behavior stage is passing. Patience. What a sweet boy he can be. At the river I watch the beaver heading home to the den. He swims around outside the den for a bit, and then goes in, the end of his day. There is a terrifically loud woodpecker sounding all morning from the river’s edge. Frank plays tennis with his Sunday morning pals. I have a wonderful pool swim and plan a later short swim in the pond for the first time. A day spent at my computer submitting manuscript and poems. I have another art acceptance for a journal publishing in September, including two collages. I am so happy to work as I please. And then I do go to the pond, late afternoon. Dive right in and swim in the cold with my cap on. Really terrific. Colder than the pool but quite manageable. Under the sun! Lots of people on the beach. I go up the big steps feeling tingly and happy. Summer, my summer has begun. Frank makes crab cakes for our casual dinner. I draft a brand new poem that I thought of in my swim. Chippie out for one last walk. It’s hot but Frank is letting me keep the windows open to the sounds of the night coming in.