I had a perfect Father’s Day – a Sunday filled, I might say, with the good flow of life. I spent the early morning -- after a breakfast of toasted bagel, egg and kale omelet, and coffee – working outside in the old perennial garden beside the driveway. It was not difficult labor, and the two-or-so hours passed in a smooth, almost unnoticed flow. It was a pleasure to get the garden ready for some graceful placing of flowers later in the day. Then, after lunch Jaimie and I took a kayak ride on a lake about 20 minutes down the road. We paddled across the windy lake and found the entrance to a quiet flowing river. We parked the kayaks just in front of some fast-flowing rapids tumbling down into pools, and Jaimie waded up and took an dip in one of the pools. I sat down in some shallow water and just enjoyed the steady surge of this very old and reliable river.