The last time I posted about the Ditch, it was just beginning to wake up from the winter. It was still devoid of leaves and lushness as the branches of the many trees hadn't filled in and the lily pads were yet to be seen.
A month or so later, it's a different story. In the "off" months, you can drive by the ditch and get a good look to check for Harry the Heron. Now, you can still drive by, but don't plan on seeing anything but the leaves on the trees!
No, you have to walk it, which is what I did recently. No Harry that day. One of the Ditch People I met walking along (Ditch People are those friendly folk who walk this area regularly) said Harry has been pretty scarce this year.
No matter. There was much to see. Bits of color amidst the grasses and foliage.
Lily pads worthy of Monet.
A wild iris. (Or maybe not so wild, who knows?)
These might be wild strawberries. They have the same blooms as the plants in Rick's garden.
The geese had moved across the road to the golf course where several families were enjoying a smorgasborg on the eighth hole.
I loved the sweet downy fur. I imagine, though, that the golfers walking were stepping pretty carefully.
As I made my way back, I noticed a young boy -- maybe eleven or so -- standing off the path, taking photos with his camera. I thought it might be Harry -- but it was something all the more beautiful.
First one deer...
Then another. They burst onto the pond in a shower of spray and then began dining on the lily pads.
They were certainly aware of us, yet knew they were safe in the middle of the pond.
They were clearly enjoying their bath and time in the water.
And I was enjoying them.
I tend to require a fair amount of noise in my environment to keep me from concentrating on the tinitus in my head.
But on this day it was so quiet. Now and then the young boy next to me would whisper "I think she's a mama deer." It was a quiet companionship with a young stranger who was as captivated as I to observe these graceful creatures.
Not a day or moment to forget.
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