Our old friend the mostly white deer with another member of her herd. I was discussing her with one of my neighbors last week, using the female pronoun. She said, "How can you tell it's a girl?" Sigh.
I found a whole meadow of jack-in-the-pulpits.
I love these tiny white flowers; no idea what they are, but they were everywhere along the mill race trail.Also geraniums.
After a warm week, the forest along the river is almost to its summer jungly self.
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