I did my exercises and stretches this morning, I took my walk. Today I went to the old graveyard which is hidden from view except in winter when the trees have lost their leaves, the dead their complete privacy. I have heard that there is another old graveyard in the woods or swamp behind my house and I have never hiked back that there to try and find it. It is heavily posted and I know that hunters lease the land but perhaps some day, when it is not hunting season, I will go back there and look around.
I got this picture from Jessie this morning. The little boy who worried us all so much.
I could look at those fingers for days. Yesterday, when his mama was changing him, he was sucking on his pacifier and he held on to my finger with those tiny ones and no matter how many times this has happened to me with my own children, with my grandchildren, I will never get over the awe of it. The incredible perfection of them, their knuckles, their fingernails, their strength and abilities. Their absolute beauty.
The little anoles are basking in the sun all over the back porch by the screen today as if it were some sort of national anole sun festival day.
Perhaps they are merely charging their warmth batteries. It is supposed to get down into the fifties tonight. Could they possibly know?
Let them work as yeast works bread, to live or not.
Meanwhile, I will go about my small day here in this sunshine, in this time of fall-flowering, of drier air, of bright sunlight, of deep blue sky, of slow intent and curious wanderings. I just watched one of the lizards scratch his head with his hind foot and then snap up a bug so small that I couldn't even see it from where I sit.
It is that sort of day.