The Evening

I think thunderstorms are forecast this evening.

Ducks. Happy, contented ducks. (Except for the limpy one, who was attempting a snag of dogfood from the Bloodhound's bowl.  Limpy Duck should thank his lucky stars that his monicker is not Dead Duck.)

One of our apple trees, covered in not-quite opened blossoms.  One can hear the buzzin' of the bees, as they delight themselves in the scent and pollen.

Pansies.  So pretty.