Saturday we spent the day at a friend’s house tucked into the waking woods.Forsythia bloomed sunlight-bright against leafless brown bark.Along the slope leading to the pond lay acorns, scattered about like marbles and collected by the handful to be toted home in bowls and bags.Binoculars on hand inspired a search for woodpeckers that tapped the trees.Pine cones drooped from branches framing a peeper-filled pond, their spring song mirrored by tree frogs chirruping in the forest.A pot of sweet tea, a treat for me.
Many thanks to our friends, for creating a quiet place to rest.
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Photos by Ann Kroeker. All rights reserved.