I have an answer to James Russell Lowell’s question from The Vision of Sir Launfal, “What is so rare as a day in June?” He claims “Then, if ever, come perfect days.”
This May had an equally “so rare” – and perfect – day.
- · No looming deadlines except two books, Olive’s Ocean by Kevin Henkes to be finished before our Children’s Book Group
and Keeper by Kathi Appelt to be read and passed along to a good friend - · The symphony of rain on the patio’s tin roof, the music ebbing and flowing with the intensity of the showers, accompanied by the
pickety-plop drumming of raindrops into the puddles - · The new porch swing’s rhythm in time to the beat
- · A visual break for the eyes, looking out through the curtain of water flowing off the roof to the spring greens of the trees and golden day lilies lining the yard
- · Guilt free pleasure taking it all in, as I keep repeating – part of the job of a writer is to be a reader
- · Remaining joyfully on task all day as I completed two great stories
I’ll see the beauty of Lowell’s day in June and match it with the magical music of May.