
Come along. . .

Willa's waiting . . .

The Italian Arum seed heads are ripening . . .

The sweet smell of milkweed fills the air . . .

Too early for this . . .

The path into the woods . . .

Sunlight through the leaves . . .

Hmm . . . who was this?

The graceful curve of a pokeweed bloom . . .

And a last kiss of the sun, glistening on ferns.

