Louie

Walking down the driveway, I heard the sweet piping of baby duck voices. They followed Mom through the swamp in this direction. 

A friend sent this quote, appropriate for the rebirth of the season: 

“Benevolent, solemn, fateful, pervaded with divine light, every landscape glows like a countenance hallowed in eternal repose; and every one of its living creatures, clad in flesh and leaves, and every crystal of its rocks, whether on the surface shining in the sun or buried miles deep in what we call darkness, is throbbing and pulsing with the heartbeats of God.” – John Muir (1838-1914), The Yosemite National Park