After the Storm

You recently saw my crocus photo and then the storm photos of the following day. The crocuses were completely covered when we passed by on the day after the storm, but on the next day, they began to make a comeback. It was a comeback that I was not about to take lying a down, if you get my drift. Sue used her telephoto to shoot down from our lofty heights: no lying down on the job on that day.

I should back up. The first thing we see when we enter our little park is the pond. There hasn't been much life recently, but there was an occupant on that day. Said occupant was a biggish but slender bird that I couldn't quite recognize. When it moved, however,  it as obvious that it was a heron. Apparently, when they are young they can be pretty slender. The poor thing may we forced to retain its slim figure for awhile yet because it wasn’t exactly feasting on pond riches on that day. 

After the heron, we continued on our little walk. The path beside the pond that leads to the trail was flooded and barricaded.

It was only then that we got to the crocuses, but of course, I have presented this in my bassackward sort of way and we've already been there, so to speak.

Meanwhile, I did something to my knee, I think it was on that photoshoot with Nick when I had to get around a rutty field while also endeavouring to avoid as much April, barnyard mud as possible. It seemed to cause me to do awkward things to my aging joints. On Thursday night, I was up after about only two hours of sleep because my knee wouldn't stop aching, in an almost never-ending, pulsing beat. I was fine once I was up and sitting, but I don't recommend it as the best way to spend a night. I say all of that to say that our daily walks may be put on hold for a few days.