On Saturday the family decided to ignore the work facing us all and head out for a beautiful morning walk along the river. There was not much in the way of flowers to break up the green that surrounded us, and the canopy of trees provided the just right amount of shade. It was that perfect time of year, when spring is gently yielding to summer, and you, for just a moment, believe that the heat of August and September may yet be avoided, and all summer days will go on like this. In essence, it was a very Wordsworthian day, one perhaps best savored in recollection.
Armed only with my phone's camera, I was unable to do justice to the day. However, I was able to catch some Harvestmen (aka Daddy Longlegs), a dragonfly on patrol, and some wild strawberries growing in one of the few sunny patches.
The only plant that we observed really in bloom was poison ivy (I hadn't paid attention to it on previous walks, but I saw some of the largest poison ivy vines in my life that day.) The garlic mustard was dutifully going to seed in preparation for the another allergy season. But the next manifestation of the riverbank is on its way, and I look forward to what new sights early summer will bring.
