With low batteries in my camera and a great deal of gusty wind, my stroll today was more about the walk, than the photographs. Rather than struggling to take photographs of the white lilies that opened this morning, or the emerging coneflowers on their leggy stalks, Haiku and I decided to walk down to the lake. The skies over head were brilliant blue and speckled with clouds. We walked through the meadows, on the trail that threads between stalks of clover and Queen Anne's Lace, daisies and St. Johnswort.
At the lake shore, wild roses are blooming. The strong wind carried their sweet fragrance to me as I teetered on the dock stretching for a good photograph, and then carried it past me into the mossy woods. These pictures are blurry at best, but perhaps they still convey a sense of how the day felt in our Quiet Corner of the world.
We sat on the dock for a slow stretch of time, serenaded by the music of the wind rushing over and under a hundred thousand leaves, and enjoyed the beauty of the day.
all photos by Aisling, except #2 which is by Haiku. 1) field and sky 2) and old cultipacker 3) wild St. Johnswort 4) wild roses and joepye on the lake shore 5) one wild rose 6) the eastern shore of the tiny lake near our home