A Sweet and Tender Rain

"And the birds' and angels' wings shake downward on her heart a sweet and tender rain."  (A. Procter)

You will almost never see me post a picture of myself.   But I wanted to include this one to show my son Mark that his Momma has developed a tiny sense of adventure in pursuit of this new photography hobby.  There is a park a few miles from where we live.  My husband and I occasionally walk the paths back through the woods and open fields.  For some time, we have noticed a small bridge, seemingly inaccessible because of the trail of weeds and thorny vines and snakes and spiders that one would have to encounter in order to reach it.   Last week, we took the plunge and made our way over to it.  It was the perfect time, as it is too early in the season for the vines to be growing and hopefully too early for the spiders, etc.  The recent flood waters had receded enough for walking to be possible.   So .... here I sit on that "inaccessible" bridge .... a small thing to most people but a tiny bit of excitement for me, who never does such things.  (click on photo to enlarge)