My sweet aunt and uncle from Canada are visiting and we played hookey today and took a drive down to The Old Mill. The wildflowers are spectacular, the waterfalls gorgeous and we had a wonderful time floating sticks down the creek.
Hope you enjoy some of the scenes from our day.
The color of the shooting star against the moss was intense.
I don't know the names of either the delicate white flowers or these bright yellow ones.
These little blue ones might be "forget me nots" and the red might be a crab apple.
We picked and ate manzanita blossoms and admired again the sturdy, sharp color and smooth bark of the branches. My friend Sherri told me about a manzanita (berry) cider the Indians of this area made in the fall. I can't wait to try this.
The ferns were lush and thick. I wanted to take some time and find some of the little curled hearts for our salad tonight, but we were a little late for baseball practice. The draw continues down the valley - such a beautiful day.