Down Across Our Bridge

These photos were taken several weeks ago

when the sun shone with that lovely light that May brings us.

Wild Iris..every spring, it makes my heart glad.

Broom...so sunny, so bright and fills the valleys with sunshine.

Loved creek that in winter roars and where I can see

the precious otters playing and sometimes the statue

of a heron waiting and waiting...a stone image

of patience and such beauty.

Ducks too and determined beavers..a soup of Mother Nature in all of her glory.

Wild lupines on the other side...

The humble wild rose...asks for nothing other than to be here.

And last, but not least the glory of this tree.

Oh, how I love this wise old tree...

A giant, an old soul who's branches have 

held true through time after time.

If trees could tell stories, surely this old man would..
from the times of traders and trappers, he truly would.
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Today the sun shone and in the late afternoon
and early evening I have watched flotillas 
of powder puff clouds slowly drifting in a sky
of blue..such a sweet blue..a lovely blue.

May love and goodness come to all
who visit here.
With love, Ellen.