| ... texture of bark of tree laying in dry grasses|
and tiny burnt umber pine cones ...
1. There are some brown patches where the grass didn’t take, so they must be seeded.
2. There are branches to pick up, ones that were hidden behind a bush on the first run through, or which still retained their green colour and I couldn’t tell that they had been cut. Now their leaves are curling and they stand out as needing to be taken to the trash pile.
|...chives in bloom in herb garden ...|
4. Bonnie and I stop to admire a small rose bud, which will be in full bloom tomorrow.
5. The smell of the peony bushes is in the air. Later Michael will join us. I will tell him, "The name of this pink flower is Peony". He will tell me, "No, it is called flower".
|thimble berry blossom brushed with dew|
7. We stop by the culvert again, the new and improved CPR one by the road. The CPR put two culverts in there creating a lovely pool, and some smaller pools for the water to pause in as it runs down the hill.
|...upper right hand corner -- meadow filled with Baby Blue Eyes...|
... creek is filled with water spilling over rocks ...
9. Michael pulls at his mother who is up at the house. He tells her that people are here, for he can hear our voices down by the Wedding Reach of the stream. She tells him that no one is around, but he has heard us.
|...a new clematis flower every morning ...|
10. And it is not long until all of us hear Glen, coming to mow my lawn. My lawn, and he carefully tends all of the grass to the side of my place, making it look so inviting to those who want an evening stroll.
Some will take off their shoes and socks and enjoy all of the underfoot textures.