I enjoy my early evening walks. It's usually very still and peaceful at that time. The May rains are slowly bringing everything to life again. I'm like a mother hen constantly checking on her brood. By now, I know where to find the familiar woodland plants, and I visit them daily to see how they're doing.
A Dark-eyed Junco was in the front yard when I went out.
Oregon Grape beside the compost bins, a sunny place on most days.
Wild Clematis in bud, along the forest path.
