Yesterday morning Layla and I walked down to the pond.
Rue anemones were blooming at wood's edge.
It was a perfect day -- clear and bright and a little cool.
Wild geranium.
The fragrance of the wisteria was heavenly!
Not sure but this might be a Wood anemone. Tell me if I'm wrong.
The Osage Orange blossoms smell almost as good as the wisteria.
So many shades of green!
John pruned the wisteria hard last year -- and now the pond house wears it like a hat instead of an all-covering garment.
I love the reflection of those trees.
Can't stop taking pictures -- the wisteria is such a fleeting joy.
Really, that's enough. Look at the color of the leaves on this seedling maple . . .
Or these three sentinel trees at the graveyard on the hill.
And that was just a taste -- I took an even hundred pictures yesterday and edited them down to fifty-four -- some of which I'll be posting this week. Spring is surely my favorite season.