|Pat and the poms check out the swampy little lake -|
which was deeper than the dogs expected!
The dogs like the beach the best - Cosmo and Lexi, the poms, eager to get into the water, and my Maggie always scanning the water for ducks.
|No ducks here....let's move on!|
|Ha ha ha - can't catch me!|
Maggie wasn't too upset at not getting to herd ducks, though. She has become quite the little hiker now - content to follow the trail, content to wait patiently while I take photos or rest a bit.
|Happy Maggie at Vesper Point|
Each time I return to a park, I see something I didn't see before. Like this dried fern protruding from a stump, looking just like someone had given the stump a french braid:
Or this arc of dead or dying trees against the sky:
Or this. One tree split in two when just a sapling, or two trees whose roots entwined, but now covered with moss and gracefully curving apart and together. It made me think of a heart.
See what I mean? Happy Valentine's Day, Mother Nature. I love you.