White Clay Creek

For father's day, we celebrated by indulging in what my daughter calls the "Family Tradition" (Which is kind of funny, since this was only the second time we'd done it!). This is when we all go to the Landenberg Store, where they still sell penny candy!, each fill up a small bag with a dollar, sit on a nearby bridge for a while, then go for a walk on a trail along the White Clay Creek. It really is wonderful, and if heaven consisted solely of such things, I honestly would not be disappointed.

You know, the trail is beautiful. If it were transported -- identically -- into some faraway exotic land, like Isla Majeras or Belize, I'd instantly be overwhelmed with it's beauty. Yet, since it's about 10 minutes from when I live, it's tempting to overlook it's beauty. I have to work to overcome this temptation and appreciate it for what it is, a knock-out.


The bridge we sit on (at an interesting angle).


Invariably, feet get muddy.


A purple flower. (Obviously, I'm not a botanist or I'd have a more technical explanation.)


As good as it gets


Ladybug on a leaf


High grass along the path


A wood stump left after the tree falls


Love this reflection