I was sitting in the shade of some trees at the far end of our yard yesterday, when I saw this dear friend in the distance – my beloved Delycia, watering her beloved flowers.
No garden gets a greater gift than having a gardener like her, one who constantly cares for them – weeding, trimming, moving, clipping – and spraying with much needed water in these very dry times. Lucky blossoms, lucky me.
This morning we took an almost 3-mile walk in the Canonchet Preserve (Hopkinton, RI), and were greeted with countless magnificent scenes, such as boulders perfectly balanced …
… and a stunning spiderweb …
And here are the very happy walkers, with another balanced boulder behind them …
And here’s a poem I wrote many years ago, using a simple pencil and a piece of scrap paper …
And another old poem, written for my son Jaimie when he was 11 or 12 …
EVERYDAY MIRACLES: An Occasional Journal of a Life Lived in Wonder 