Sunday stroll . . . . . . . . .

Yesterday was such a perfect day here.

We took an afternoon stroll with our daughter through her neighborhood, 

breathing in the air filled with the scent of freshly mown grass and blossom.

Daffodils and hyacinths everywhere - oh the perfume of the latter - always

 amazing.

Under a cloudless, deep blue sky, children were outside, playing - always a nice

 thing to see these days - riding bikes and motorized 'cars'.  Imagine driving

 your own tiny Land Rover or Jeep before you're even old enough for kindergarten! 

Their parents chatted with neighbors in the street, cute dogs were being walked, birds 

were singing and poking through mounds of dried leaves in the shrubbery

and woody areas. . . . . . . 

Spring is in the air!

A female red-tail hawk watched from the wood.

I want one of these in my garden.

Speaking of gardens - I've gotta go now - need to work in mine today, deadheading, 

pruning, and a lot of cleaning up awaiting.

Are you gardening yet?

Sunday neighborhood walk. . . . .

On Sunday afternoon, with a much welcomed break from the downpours of 

 recent days, we took a long walk around the neighborhood.

Cool and sunless, but not cold, just a lightweight jacket, and for me 

a scarf as I love a warm neck, worked.

At the small park the trees are now dropping their leaves into the pond which is very high from so much rain.

There were just a few Canada geese and a pair of ducks swimming peacefully.

Have you noticed how walking through a carpet of fallen leaves always seems 

to recall childhood memories?

 Both Bob and I talked about this as we joyfully kicked the golden

 piles underfoot. It's really wonderful that aging continues to bring

 simple pleasures - I believe they are the best ones - and those childhood 

games, so important in our development, are imprinted on our minds forever.

Do you jump in the Autumn leaves?