Dew Droplets on the bright green grass.

Early morning is the best part of the day, at least for me.

There’s always a fungus to find on my walks.

The day was bright with potential.

I stepped off the path to frame a photo of a burbling brook, filled with yesterday’s rain.

When I stepped back on the path and turned around, I was stunned. There was a sandhill crane, close enough he could have tapped me on the shoulder if he wanted to. Then I realized, this was not an ordinary spring morning.

Further along the path, a whirlpool in a pond of run-off with a pair of wood ducks floating nearby.

The birds were singing brightly in the early morning skies.

Colorful spring flowers were bursting into bloom all over.

Turkeys in the arboretum were showing off.

The trees were resting on their laurels.

All good things come to an end, even trees…freshly cut with their annual rings on display.