Yesterday was an unexpected weather gift: warm, humid, rainless. While Tom painted trim in the kitchen, I walked to yoga; I walked to the market. I planted kohlrabi and fennel seedlings. I composed a lesson on poem revision. I finished editing a book chapter. Later I sat in my new courtyard and drank tea and read a book. I listened to a baseball game and made dinner.
Now the showers have finally moved in, but the air is still heavy and warm. This will be a good rain.
I've got a poem out today in the Maine Arts Journal--one featuring a minor character in Beowulf. I was sad when I wrote it, and it makes me sad again every time I reread it.