I often share my lake sunsets with you, partly because I love them so much myself. But there is more to being up north than a lake and a setting sun. My walks take me past lots of cottages with some lovely flowers. These tiger lilies seem to be wild. I suspect not -- just artful planning.
Speaking of art, the lily itself is a work of art -- a glorious splash of color and texture.
The Queen Anne's lace is a favorite for me. More often than not, the blooms are dried for the next project.
Even those that have faded have their own lovely shape.
And of course what I call the "wheaty weeds" have a splendid grace.
One of the neighbors has a splendid hydrangea bush.
I couldn't resist the detail, with the hostas peeking through.
And then there are the berries. We'll talk about the "Eulahberries" in another post. But wild raspberries, tiny indeed, abound.
Of course, I couldn't take you on a lake visit without two of my favorite companions. Biker Rick is always read to ride off into the sunrise, sunset or anything in-between.
But Mr. Gyps has something to say about that!
And when the Gypsy talks, I listen!
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