We have a beautiful patch of phlox that blooms in the wood lot this time of year. As I finished taking these photos, I heard a scrambling sound just behind me, and turned to see a small fawn––not much larger than our smallest dog––rise and run off into the trees. The mother must have been just out of sight somewhere.
No, I did not get a photo of the fawn. It all happened too quickly.
I sent a couple of poetry packets off Saturday, and hope to mail a couple more early this week. Yesterday, I did a telephone interview with a reporter for the Daily Iowan, who is writing a story about the upcoming reading at Prairie Lights Book in Iowa City. That was great fun and a real honor. The idea that a place exists where poets are treated as serious artists, worthy of a newpaper interview! My thanks to reporter Eric Andersen.
The boys are away today and I have been working on the novel.
Such slow progress.