Resting

Saw them resting on a sandbar as I was heading down the Waits River to the Connecticut.  Mother Mallard was nearby but didn't seem bothered by me. 
I spent 8 hours on the river yesterday.  It was too beautiful to come back, so I kept working my way north.  It being a holiday there were some motorboats on MY river and one of them was a boat load of good friends...how lucky.  
I stopped and swam, read a chapter in my book, had breakfast and lunch, and remembered.  My husband had his fatal kayaking accident in this stretch of river.  But there are so many good memories...the balance of joy and pain, and as the river flows so time heals.