I mowed the lawn this evening for the first time since the snow melted.  The deer were doing a good job of keeping the dandelions down but the patches of grass where they had 'fertilized' the lawn, were three times as tall as the rest.

I planted more bedding plants and gave everything a good watering.  The night was beautiful so I decided to head to Elk Island National Park for a couple of hours.  My destination was Astotin Lake.  I was hoping that the beavers would be out tonight.

Bison grazed along the roadside.  Waterfowl created ripples as they swam across the smooth pond surfaces.  The beavers were busy packing mud on a new lodge.  As I watched them dive and surface, a great blue heron flew overhead.

There were a few hardy tenters in the campground.  Their campfire smoke wafted over the beaver pond.  That is one of my favorite smells.  The calm night, the busy beavers, the blue heron and the campfire smell made for a relaxing evening.

As I drove toward home, the sun was setting.  It lit the wispy clouds with beautiful orange rays.  The sunset scene was the perfect ending to the day.