What a gorgeous spring day. I sat on the back deck smoking a nine-holer and watching the green waves of grain that is my backyard blow in the breeze. The birds were distressed that I was intruding on their dining room; a few brave avian souls managed to get some seed while I was there. There was a redpoll who wasn't too shy, and some evening grosbeaks. The goldfinches were having none of it; they stayed in the trees and twittered.
I am enjoying the temporary bachelor status. Karen is in Maine visiting with a friend. It is good for both of us to have some time apart.
This time next week, if the fates favor it, I will be camped next to the Willowemoc in the Catskills. It's an annual trip. Last year the weather was miserably cold and the fishing was poor. Hoping for better this year. The long-range forecast, the last time I checked, looked favorable.
The Zen Center celebrated the birth of the Buddha today, I had some kind of stomach thing and didn't make it. My practice has been really suffering for some reason. I will be making a concerted effort to get back on track when I get back.
Wherever you are, I hope you are having as peaceful a day as I am having.
Off to the shower - I reek of cigar smoke.
Music in my head: What do you get when you fall in love?, Dionne Warwick