I met some interesting birdwatchers in Hespler as I was writing in my journal near the mill pond. I wrote about the encounters; I think they are good people for Jane to meet in her travels.

Plans change

Somedays it’s about doing the things I’d planned. Other days, it’s about wine in the sunshine, swimming in the sunshine, and getting a headache from the sunshine.

Note to self: bring a hat.

Day’s end

I’m sitting on the cliff, writing and listening to my world. A tractor goes down 7th line, a pair of goldfinches cheep and Twitter their way across the sky, a cow lows in the distance, leaves rustle in the breeze. The sun dips behind the pines, making it comfortably cool. I look up to see a cottontail rabbit under the magnolia and a hummingbird perch on a ranch above it.

It is so fucking perfect here. I don’t want to be anywhere else.

Drunken flotilla

A group of women of a certain age floated past my swimming spot, a flotilla of inner tubes, rafts, and small inflatable boats. Each had a beer, each had a laughing smile.

We talked back and forth until they floated away, their laughter echoing back to me as the river took them around a bend.


Not shown: the song of goldfinches and red winged blackbirds, the rustle of the tall grass in the breeze, butterflies fluttering over the wildflowers

Tried something new

Went for a swim today at the spot at with no bridge, and left my bathing suit on the shore.

Shedding hang ups and body issues is giving me more happiness than I can describe.