#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

The brook in sunshine this morning

I love the sun on the morning brook. Rising early, quiet house. All the growing things outdoors. I take a long ramble through meadows, wildflowers. At the old hospital, in the meadow, dozens of butterflies, black and orange rise up from the roots of the grass as I walk through, and they flit about and don’t stop, they are in motion. I have a client, in person, then a group and a client online. Frank gone all day, the empty house, summery and pleasant. Tomorrow is Frank’s birthday and we will go to watch the tennis in Newport for the day. I made some submissions today. Did not work on my poem Resting my poetry today. Also, I swam, of course.