This is what a perfect day at the end of May looks like: the birds are singing, the lilacs are blooming, the honeysuckle is blooming, the only surviving birdhouse is rented, there are a myriad of candles on the horse chestnut and the crabapple tree is just starting to lose its blossums. Alas, the magnolia has gone by. Nature is at her most benign and beautiful.

Two frogs in the pond this afternoon - so happy to see them

An unusual sunrise this morning, pale peach above with a smokey blue at the horizon. The peach morphed into a vanilla cream above the dense smokey blue.

The sights and sounds of spring as we walked up for the paper this morning; the forsythia budding along the path and the sound of a motor boat on the bay - no sight of the boat itself as the fog was in

As I walked up the path for the paper I couldn't help but contrast the warmth of the sunshine and the bird song with the cold grey silence of the winter.

A perfect early weekend morning spent chatting in the sunshine with my neighbor while our dogs romp.

The tide is out and the water is a gray blue and very sparkly. Lots of traffic on the path to the beach, both foot and paw, this morning.