As we drove through Stillwater last week, we stopped to see what the geese were doing but they were just standing around in the Hudson looking bored.
It was a very blustery day so perhaps they were waiting for the wind to drop.
Everything was blowing about so much, it was hard for me to stand still, never mind focus on flowers that were waving around.
As far as I can tell, this is Weigela.
Spirea (I think)
We took the same route again this morning.
Today the air was still, the Hudson unruffled.
But not a goose in sight.
As often as we travel this way, the scene is never the same twice.
The world has a startlingly verdance.
The thickness of trees is astonishing considering just a few short weeks ago branches were bare.
All too soon it will be less fresh as the weather warms.
Really not my time of year, yet there is always something to redeem it…
“What do you think, Toby? Which way you goin’ this morning?”
“Thought I’d go up and look at the chickens.”
“Right, then I’m going down in da field.”