We see our mystery bird once again

it is a black necked grebe, and i know about it now...

but not then

a huge amount of butterflies today around the lac

most i know, but some i will need to look up when we get back

It's Friday again, and again i am not sure where the week has gone

first thing it is a bit gloomy for Taj and Milou's run

Jan and i are happy to talk about our week

while Taj and Milou are in and out of the now very tall grass

playing hide and seek

There is another mystery bird on our lac

again, i will have to identify when i get back

we go the long way round, up through and above a canopy of trees

the sun is warm on our backs, today there is barely a breeze

We heard the sound of studded feet behind us on the road

some rugby players from the pitch all in ascending node

the teams were playing a late night drill

in a few weeks time they will need, again, to show their skills

We see the mountains through a veiled haze or mist

vague contours where the snow is absent, tell us they still exist

it is late for our first walk, the early eve of a beautiful warm day

about blooming time, i hear Milou say!

Nature looks out of her very own windows, they have no glass

created by the curve of a branch, flowers and field or grass

this window looks out to the lac, which looks mysterious and blue

with peachy pink dog rose now eminent in the hedges, a truly wonderful view

It is good to feel again, the warmth upon my face

we are wrapped once again, in the sun's gentle embrace

the meadows look like a pointillist painting or picture

green dotted with mostly yellow, pink, all wildflowers quite a mixture