This Present Moment

 

 This spot is heaven. Garry sits and reads while I walk the trail. We each have our own hobbies.  The only problem is the scent of this blooming tree in the air. Horrid rotten smell. Don't know the name of this plant, but I don't like it. 

 

 Jewel tones never looked so richly beautiful as they do on a mallard.  I could hang out on this bench all day surrounded by blooming lupines and  watching the ducks as the sent of wild roses swirls through the air.  Of course, there are always turtles.  The goslings are growing fast! 

 Ah, spring is in full bloom.  The scent of wild roses intoxicates. Ducklings join the goslings in tugging at my heartstrings.