|The ice has melted and water runs from Butterfly pond|
down to the lake again
|The purple martin houses have been reinstalled and|
a neighbor burns brush gathered from native planting beds in the distance.
|The Chubby Seagull, our neighborhood ice cream shop,|
has opened for the season, so we stop for whitecaps to celebrate
along with a doggy dish topped with a dog biscuit
for our favorite Aussie.
|We head home as the sun sets over our house in the distance...|