Sandy and I are back to eating our evening meals most nights at a table overlooking Goose Lake. This weekend we worked in the yard and finished buying and planting flowers. We have 17 pots of geraniums, petunias, impatiens, caladiums, and hibiscus. Roses are budding and should be blooming this week. The hostas are growing an inch or two a day. Trees are nearly full. They look proud in their new spring clothes.
So here was our reward as we sat beside the water in the fading light. The first picture is a carp pretending to be Jaws or perhaps the Loch Ness Monster. A mother Mallard paid no attention as she escorted her three ducklings on what was probably their maiden voyage across the lake. The kids clustered nose to tail behind mama.
Soon after that a muskrat made its way from stage right to stage left, like a furry little dolphin, appearing at the surface, diving, reappearing. We hadn’t spotted one in more than a year.