Lots of Things are Blooming

The fog rolls in.

A creek at Cedar Hill Park.

Buttercups.

The dog in the mud.

Apparently puddle water tastes best.

Little blue flowers.

Dandilions.

Little white flowers.

The dog got it in her head that she could keep up with the puppies ahead. She was wrong. But it was charming.

Another dandelion.

Mrs. Wigglebottom points at another flower.

I guess it didn’t really turn out, but there was a line of yellow flowers that matched the yellow at the top of the fence.

Creek.

I love the texture of these posts.

This dad was playing soccer with a big pink ball against all those kids. I think he was winning.

I suspect this may be the last of the daffodils. Some of them are already fading.

Blue flowers.

The nest continues.

Bluebells

Lord, I am loving this jessamine more and more.

Feather in the bird bath.

Peonies like devils’ claws.

The willow.

The willow.

A hazelnut.

The moved rose.

The dog and the Butcher after going to the parks–each to their own.