I know what kind of day it's going to be.
All I have to do is look at my pond.
Does it ever become an every-day-ordinary sight?
No...I never fail to look that direction many, many times a day.
Every season is different.
Winter is always magic.
Ducks hide in the summer heat.
It's hard to pick a season that is my favorite.
The old boat is always ready to take for a spin.
Have a great week dear Friends,