Walking

We took our first walk of the season at the twin lakes a few weeks back.  The sky was overcast but the day was warm. The last time we were here it was autumn and the leaves were changing. This time it was late spring and The Cottonwood Seeds were floating through the air like snowflakes and lining the edges of the shore with white fluff.

We disturbed a duck family on the shore and of course they headed straight for the water.

 

The first salmon berries were out.  They don't taste very good but the birds like them. 

It feels like you are miles from the city as you walk along the shore.

A few days later I took a different kind of walk through a neighborhood in our little town, a different kind of nature but just as beautiful.

Here is the clock tower on the edge of the creek in town.

 

People were setting up for the first farmer's market of the summer season at the town square.

I will be back to pick up some flowers soon.

However, right now I am enjoying the peonies from my mother's garden.

 

And the roses that were planted in memory of my father.  

 

"The rose speaks of love silently, in a language known only to the heart." 

 

Adieu!