My first evening meal on the patio. The air was balmy and the sun warm. I dined to the background music of robins, a cardinal, and several crows.
First forsythia blossoms...
and the first day lily shoots of the season.
The grape vines calligrapher indecipherable words along a fenceline
and the sun silvers last year's roadside weeds.
There are five swans on the larger pond across the road. They were too far from shore for my little camera to capture them. Earlier, three of them flew over the cottage. Their huge wings whistled as they cut through the air. They did not call out as the geese do, but their wings sang songs of wanderlust.