#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Black swallowtail in the clover

Matsuo Bashō wrote:

Wake, butterfly— 
it's late, we've miles 
to go together.

More summer heat and it’s dry but the plants are not dry yet. They drank so much on Monday. The house is quiet. I work some more and more on my new poem. I keep wanting to work on it. It enchants me, whether it ever enchants anyone else, I’m grateful for it. I go for a long walk and make some calls and have some good long talks while I’m walking the sunny meadows. The butterflies I see are black swallowtail and monarch. I am home in time for my Israeli group, and then work on a variety of things after that. I prep my grandmother workshop for tomorrow. I have a chance for along talk with Frank and a long talk with Perri. We’re missing Wave. It’s nice to connect deeply with many people in my life today.