Looks like the set of an old Rock Hudson movie.
Just waiting for the bathing beauties to arrive, oh and my dry martini.
I know that these are sometimes called funeral lillies, but I still love buying them for my kitchen bench,
I never fail to get nostalgic when I see a weeping willow. I used to have a cubby house under one as a child on my family's property.
This green pond weed is deceiving to the eye.
It looks like you could walk across it.
A shady respite from the afternoon sun.
Or a stolen kiss away from prying eyes in the boathouse.