Few things in life match the smooth quiet release of a canoe as it is maneuvered away from the shore to glide smoothly past the Memorial Day fishermen hanging patiently on the dock. It takes little effort to move swiftly across the river between a few holiday boaters and the noisy ski-doers into the quiet marshlands where only the shallowest of floaters can go. Some may find the mud and the prehistoric water plants too strange for beauty. But, of course, I know that all you have to do is keep your eyes open for treasures along the way, like this gaggle of butterflies playing in the mud...
...or this Red-winged blackbird that gave the most piercing call above us as we scooted beneath his tree. The whistle was so loud and clear that at first we did not recognize the normally familiar song.
Soft grasses in bloom
Fragrant honeysuckle that takes your breath away
|Wildflowers across the pond|
Now aren't you glad you came along and you didn't even have to paddle, or wear sunscreen, or spray on insect repellent!