Finally on Sunday afternoon I took my cranky self down to the pond.
I wanted a few shots from the very edge of the bank. I had to risk my ankles stepping over and remembering to avoid this barbed wire. Most of it was close to the ground.
Another white flowered tree. Definitely not an apple tree. Shadbush, as I now know from Mary's comment. Thanks Mary. Very pretty. And smells good too.
Fiddleheads. You can pick them and stir fry them when they are curled like this. In fact, in the old days you could find them for sale in local shops in the spring. I don't know about nowadays. If you let them be, they become ferns.
Various interesting patterns and colors of fungus growing on logs.
These almost look like shells.
See the bird's nest in the very center of the photo? I couldn't get any closer without getting wet.
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Another view through tangled vines. When I reached here I ran out of picture space but had found my center, a calm that comes from wandering through nature's balm.