These images came to me as I was whistling down the awe-inspiring and breath-taking path near my brick-ed cottage only a few country blocks from the river. As I heard the flow of that body and the call of the spring loon, I was inspired to capture (really drink in that word “capture”) the newly sprung butter-cups and freshly painted benches.

What a grand summer awaits us where the b-cups already gather on the lawns and in the gutters. Such a golden, buttery display of petals to lead us, like down a yellow brick road, to the warmth of summer’s hot, wet air blanket.

I just took some pics of flowers on a stroll.

Edit: Ugh, they’re daffodils, aren’t they? Sorry.