Today was a glorious sunny May day in Pennsylvania. The native phlox are in full bloom in the woodlands surrounding my home and the farm at White Bridge.
I recall fishing with my Dad as a child. I would pick huge bouquets of phlox to carry home to my Mom. She would show me how to pluck off a blossom and taste the nectar, so sweet.
The back pond at the farm on White Bridge along the banks of the Juniata River abounds with spring splendor with wild flowers, turtles and frogs galore.
The waterfowl consider the farm, its ponds and rivers home.
The place is teeming with families of ducks and geese. Huge bull frogs sing each evening and the pond is a turtle haven.
The bullfrogs entertain and fill the evening air with their resonating songs.