After church we ate enough at coffee hour to call it lunch. So instead of having a proper lunch at lunchtime we sat on the deck with the Sunday paper.
Then we cruised the Little Lake in our canoe. The perfect way to spend a perfect day. It's sunny, not hot, blue sky almost untouched by cloud. (We're enjoying the pleasant weather we've got now, knowing it'll turn nasty hot in a day or so....)
On our way up the lake, we passed the protruding rock. Sunning on the warm surface was an enormous snapping turtle. From the size, it could easily have been the one that laid her eggs in my garden some years ago. At our approach, the monster lumbered off the rock, hitting the water with a smooth splash, and immediately submerged itself
We paddled on, hugging the shore, greeting and being greeted by the neighbours sitting on their docks or balconies.
At the top of the lake we turned into the wind. The water was choppy.
The Lodge is behind these trees.
You'll have to take my word for it.
We returned to our very flowery property. The wildflower meadow in front of the house is filled with daisies.
A couple of black-eyed Susans have already opened, too. Their big moment comes in July.
Rose of the Day. Banshee
This rose mimics Maiden's Blush. Sent to me in the post as a rooted twig by my mum. This spring I tried to thin out the bushes and prune them back, leaving enough old wood for some bloom. It's a complete masochist, loved the harsh treatment, and has never looked better. Or taller. Taller than me. (I'm exactly 5' 5".)