Here’s a throwback to Sept 22, 2018. We were in the pool for hours tonight. The water was amazing and the sky, moon and trees looked exactly like this, 8 years later.
Twilight
That strange bird, making its chipping call again.
I open my calendar, hoping to find a blank square
promising the richness of time as an empty cup to fill.
I have come to recognize
the joy of my own company—
a simple diet filled only with my favorite dishes.
What to savor first? These expected words or an early morning trip
down to the garden before the day has warmed
and sound has found it?
The men will arrive at 8.
On each side of me, the chipping of concrete
and dry rub of concrete filler. Hours later, the brush.
Their day as productive as my day will be.
Seeing the empty square,
my choice when and how to fill it.
Mary Quant
I photographed these Cosmos along the walkway to the Alexander Graham Bell Museum. A man asked me to identify several of the flowers and said he, too, had photographed them. I asked if the museum was interesting and he said, “About as interesting as watching paint dry!” He turned around and walked back toward the museum with me, but I veered off to take photos of a little boy flying a kite he’d made in a kite making workshop in the museum. Wish I’d been there for that!! In the end, I left without going into the museum. I decided with so little time left here that I’d rather drive along the bay and then go back to my motel and sit by the water in an Adirondack chair to write my blog.
