Thursday, November 3, 2011
Just The Ordinary Days
I made time for a walk down to the point which is as close as you can get on foot to the little bay where I love to kayak. I was hoping I might see a trumpeter swan. On Monday we drove to Bemidji and along the way we saw some swans feeding in small ponds along the road. I read up on them when we got back to the cabin. After almost facing extinction, their numbers are now up and they often travel through Minnesota on their way to winter feeding grounds. Some lake friends said they have been spotted on Ponto in the past several years.
There were no swans in our bay on Tuesday but that is OK. Maybe they will come later. Maybe we will see them next year. In the meantime, we finished our chores while loons called to each other on the lake.
My thoughts are already turning toward my family and friends back in Omaha. The holidays are ahead and there will be gatherings filled with laughter and talk. Lots of knitting to do and books to read. It reminds me of a favorite poem by William Stafford.
Notes For The Program
Just the ordinary days, please,
I wouldn't want them any better
About the pace of life, it seems best to have
slow, if-I-can-stand-them revelations.
And take this message about the inevitable,
I've decided it's all right if it comes.