Jonathan Foust

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Magical Morning

This morning's walk in the woods and along the river was filled with low lying clouds and magical light.  The cool weather has held back the spring growth and I can hardly wait to watch the explosion when things warm up. Into the sunrise.

Cool weather has held these buds back to incremental growth.  Just wait until we have three warm days in a row.

The land next to the river was prime gardening for the Native Americans. The forest floor is about to transform.

First of the Virginia Bluebells.

Hakuna is suddenly well enough to scramble down a 30' bank to snack on what's left of a yearling deer.

Tara and the Coots.  (Hmmm ... great name for a  country western band.)

Full bellied happy camper heading home.