It’s June First.  I use the first of every month to create a journal in which I will record the observations and experiences of my life…all month long.  The first of anything is special.  It’s fresh.  It presents new possibilities.  It’s a start over place.  Begin Again.  “One more time, with feeling!”

It’s raining outside.  People on this island begrudging admit that it’s mostly been raining since summer before last.  I’m calling June my flower song month.  Because I know the flowers in our yard will get enough sun to grow well, they won’t be dried out and their colors will sing to me, everyday.  They will sing of the promise of viewing challenge in the context of benefit and lesson.  Sing out, sweet flowers.  I need what you’ve got.