Now the grass has blue eyes.
Prairie Smoke seeds.
A small mustard that grew everywhere at the shack, from the woods to the shores of the river.
Pearl crescents on the river's edge.
This is my special treat every year. The hoary puccoon blooms when we go to the shack each May. I love its color so much -- an orangey yellow, a pure and deep and bright color.
Also, I saw/heard some great birds on this trip. No photos, but... among tons of either common or unidentifiable-to-me birds, I noted:
Baltimore oriole.
Scarlet tanager.
Pileated woodpecker (heard).
Sandhill crane.
Turkey vultures from above them.
Herons with babies. (A lot of noisy herons with a lot of noisy babies, not too far from my tent.)
Oh. I have that book. Not a first edition, a Special Commemorative Edition with introduction by Robert Finch.
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