This morning I went to the beach.
I sat awhile and watched the waves, the herons far down the beach wading where the water is shallow, an osprey that flew over me, and people on the beach enjoying the day.
I overheard someone telling a child "Aren't we lucky to live here?"
Yes we are.
This evening I've been wandering in the garden.
The weather is perfect; 64 F, a light breeze.
Sunset will be at 9:05 and then sunrise at 5:10. The days are getting long.
The garden is full of things to discover. A swallowtail fluttered by, a dragonfly perched on the rim of a planter.
There is one perfect peony blossom.
Thinking about creativity and time.
About how place shapes us and who we are.
There are so many projects I want to work on but I think it's time to get back to the field note blanket.