Ah the sounds of ... nature?

Last week we spent several days in our motor home on Joe Pool lake at Loyd Park in Grand Prairie, Texas, near where we live. We arrived on Monday the fifth and left on Friday the 9th.

I’m glad it didn’t rain. But the wind and cold did keep me in more than I expected. At least we had something to be in! Our neighbors to the left just had a tent and a tarp strung up to shield their table and grill from the wind.

Being there during the middle of the week had the usual and welcome benefit of there not being  many people. Unfortunately there wasn’t the usual peace and quiet to go with it. The neighbors on the left had a large noisy truck. For some reason, known only to them, it was apparently necessary to keep its motor running nearly continuously. When it wasn’t sitting there idling noisily the guy was racing past in it going the wrong way on the one way road.

On the other side of our camp site there were back hoe tractors running almost constantly for the first few days. They were endeavoring to remove a couple of large wooden beams that had fallen into the lake and washed ashore there. Each one weighed two tons according to one of the men who talked to John. I was happy to see when they were finally successful in dragging them away—not primarily for their sake I must admit.

The neighbor on the left with the noisy truck also finally left and we had a day of real peace and quiet until we also needed to pack up and come home.

But despite all the wind and noise we did have a nice time. It is a pretty and well maintained park. Definitely worth revisiting.

Here is a picture of one of the beams before it was fished out of the water. I didn’t take any photos of the tractors or the noisy truck on the left. But trust me they were there ;-)

There are a lot of nice places to walk.

These are some of my favorite wild flowers. They are very small and compared to other wildflowers may seem insignificant, but I really like them. When the sun shines on them they seem to glow and say, “Spring is here!” 

Ducks are another of my favorite things. They are so cute and funny when they walk. And seem so peaceful and slow when they swim. But have you ever noticed how they change when they fly? I never did until last week.

It’s as if a cute, sort of goofy, little smart car has suddenly morphed into a supersonic jet. With a couple of flaps of their wings they went from calmly paddling on the water to shooting over the water and disappearing into the sky before I could focus for another shot. (some trees were in the way too which didn't help!)