This morning I sat at this picnic table, now calling it my new writing studio, since they are allowing people to use them, again. A meadowlark sat on a nearby bush to sing for me while I journaled. I wonder sometimes if the meadowlarks are playing a game with me, as they sing from different places, begging me to find them, this bush, that fence post. With no wind the reservoir is smooth as glass. One spot on the water was roiling as fish were feasting on the surface. While at the south end a mother goose leads her train of goslings for a swim, sending out small ripples on the still waters. I am fully awake and alive, enjoying the gift of nature.
I fly out this afternoon for a five day trip to Seattle, coming back on Tuesday. My sister, Sheree and I, are going to spend time with my sister Marcee and brother-in-law, John, who are staying at a VRBO in Lake Forest Park. I am not taking my computer and do not plan on blogging but I do have the new camera, charged batteries, SD cards and a $20 bill in my pocket. I’m packed and ready to go! Most likely will self quarantine when I get back. It’ll be fun! See ya!