The swampy area full of willows and alder brings back memories of one of my older sons hiding out and building forts during the summer some thirty years ago. Today, the buds of the willows are bursting and arranged in so many configurations that I could have spent hours here playing with composition and lighting. But, duty calls. I will make a pit stop at Morning Thunder to check on the crocuses, then onward to the rest of the work day.
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