It was very nice and summery outside today. So after chores I went hunting for crocuses. It’s getting a little late for them, but I was busy last Sunday and couldn’t go out to the pasture where I suspected they are. I found them right where I thought they would be, and yes, they are starting to look like they are at the end of their flowering, but they were still pretty.
I took the scenic route home and came across a mostly still pond. I think it was inhabited by a couple of muskrats, because something would pop up out of the water and go right back under. There must also be a gazillion frogs there, because they were practically deafening. I stood there for about twenty minutes waiting for the sun to set all way, and yelling and flapping my arms at the ducks who tried to land, because I didn’t want ripply water. (This strange behaviour will become apparent in my next Yukon post.)