You can just make out my reflection in the raindrop on the emerging columbine leaves.
The only flower in the yard.
I love the colors of my house. My house was white, just white, for 26 years. When I had it painted for the first time a few years ago, I picked the color of the door from the stem of an eggplant leaf in the garden. I wanted the gray to be like the sky, or fog, ever changing, not quite describable. It turned out perfectly. Today is a steel gray overcast day, which is reflected in the color.
The bridge over our little stream.
The view up my driveway and my neighbor's barn.