A Walk To The Backwater

This afternoon, my daughter said she wants to go out with me tonight. I was even surprised by this statement.
In the evening, my wife joined us. This surprised me once again. So I decided to change the usual walking route. I surprised the dog with this. It took her a moment to realize that we weren't walking anywhere as usual, but to another place.

Well, we need to go there. The bottom line is that my girls didn't wear boots and couldn't walk to the river through the stream.
My companions always walk slowly and are engrossed in their conversations. So I decided to devote myself to photographing flowers.

The dog was glad to explore the new route and decided to swim in the lake, which was formed due to the spring flood.

Siberian iris. It was the first time I saw it in the wild, it usually grows in the garden.

And this is Lupin. I was attracted by the water droplets on it. There was a light rain in the afternoon and the water did not have time to evaporate.

This year, all the flowers bloomed 2-3 weeks ahead of schedule. The grass is already ready for haymaking, but I haven't been harvesting hay for the winter for 4 years.

The Bluebell. What can I say about him? How and where did the Siberian iris and this bluebell come from in this place? There are no such flowers around anymore; it's a mystery to me.

Viburnum is red. A bitter berry, useful, but the taste of this berry is very specific. I would say the smell is very similar to the smell of manure.

I decided to combine pleasure and benefit, i.e., check the place on the river where I used to have a boat. There was a road to this place, but today I saw that it would not be possible to drive up to the river by car; the road was littered with fallen trees.
That completed the task of the walk, and I told my girls we were going home.