Then, if ever, come perfect days…
And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days…
Whether we look, or whether we listen,
We hear life murmur, or see it glisten…
by poet James Russell Lowell (1819 – 1891)
Wild Iris (by Winston Walker)
Northern Flicker tends nest in Cottonwood Tree
Cottonwood seeds blowing in the wind