Last week I took a walk down to the brook, to sit in my favorite alcove and enjoy the shade and coolness and the not-being-inside-ness.

There had been some construction on the curb at the end of my street, but I can’t tell what it’s meant to be.

I saw several types of flowers, all beautiful, none I can identify. I’ve missed flowers. It’s been a long, cold, difficult winter and spring.

Someone else had been here, who knows how long ago.

The brook.

The fallen branches weren’t here before. Now they make a nice refuge for the turtles this alcove is named for.

As I made my way home, the wind was picking up, so I couldn’t get a clear picture of one last flower.

Thank you for walking with me! Next time we go, let’s take a trash bag and some gloves to do some cleaning up.