Oh, blessed Spring! The weather is warming, and I am frequently down by the river.
So far, of all the wildflowers, only the tiny Carolina Spring Beauties are blooming. But just you wait!
I found this old can recently. My research indicates that it was made around 1969.
Which makes it older than me. Has it just been buried in the sand all this time?
Simon smells the grape hyacinths. Actually he tried to eat them. Love that dog.
Towers of Daffodils.
The confluence of the South Toe River and Rock Creek.
I am so marvelously blessed to live in this enchanted place.