The little runs off of the hills were still running, due to all the rain we've had lately. The sweet sound of water mingled with the birdsong chorus in the treetops.
This rocky area fascinated me. Look at all the colors in the stone. I have seen that red and blue when they drill our well, but not on the surface before.
Somehow a little grap hyacinth found a home at the edge of the road. These aren't native, but he seemed to be doing well in his chosen habitat.
Wild wood anemones (Anemone nemorosa) are everywhere this year.
Moss has been drawing my eye on our walks lately. One day maybe I'll learn the names of the various kinds.
A sturdy, twisted vine looked pretty cool too.
Moss and moss and moss.
A carpet of spring beauties and violets in the bottom ground.
Sycamore roots dipping their toes into the creek.
I meandered, splashed in the creek and got wet almost to my knees, while Larry looked for the wild morel mushrooms. He didn't find any but he managed to get wet too.
And we both came home contented and relaxed. There's nothing like a wander along a creek, is there?
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