As we walked along the arena section of the trail, I was thinking that I wouldn't be posting today. Of course, that it altogether fine. I am sure that you could all use a break. But here we are regardless.
The day was grey and there were no wildflowers to be seen, but when we got to our turnaround spot, Sue looked down. Behold, a loon was resting just down the bank. I don't recall ever seeing a loon anywhere near here, but here it was, sitting calmly, just a few feet from us.
When I got home, I took a snap of our tulips. It is what Sue terms A Happy Garden with no thought or planning. I blame a previous owner of the adjoining house who thought it was just wonderful that way. Who am I to argue? As a guy who once had somewhat planned gardens, I didn't love it at the time. Now, I don't care.
Does it get any more Canadian than a loon on a nest? The sound of the loon is so serene and emits a calming feeling like no other.
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