At the edge of the woods

It never happens to me, although I've heard many of you mention it, but today there were so many things to blip I could barely decide what to share. I passed a lovely creek, had a baby bird walk right up to get a drink out of the hose I was using to water the Poison Ivy (I know, I'm hoping it will be easier to yank out if I water it the night before....), found the most beautiful mama dove sitting patiently on her nest, photographed about fifty gorgeous irises (thanks to the brilliant idea by Fibreandfotos) and forced myself not to trespass into these woods. After all, the fence had rotted away. Surely they would have replaced it if they didn't want me around. Wouldn't they?