Awaiting the start of the season, we wander around the summer house, glimpsing the natural world around us.
Signs of the Creator's handiwork are everywhere: in the brilliant yellow petals of daffodils, the drumming of a woodpecker's bill boring into a tree, and the contented munching of a pair of horses dining on nature's bounty.
While we soon will awaken the summer house from its long winter's nap, we count the days until we fling open the windows, mow the lawn and roll the barbecue grill out of the shed.
Meanwhile, we sit on the picnic table and dream of sunny days, soft breezes and the soothing sounds of the sea...
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A welcoming sight -- daffodils bloom along the
stone wall, while clay pots wait to be filled. |
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A male downy woodpecker clings to the trunk of our tree,
while he digs a nest hole with his long pointed bill. |
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Our quintessential New England seaside town with
its stone walls, farmland and sea beyond. |
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| Horses graze in a pasture dotted with yellow wildflowers. |
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Melted snow and abundant spring rains created wetlands, where trees
stand tall, partly submerged in the middle of a pond. |
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