We were at another favorite area we go to, a place near Walney Visitor Center. There won't be too many photos this time, but if you click on this link, you will be able to see other posts I have taken over the years.
There are small patches of land that have been fenced off, for produce, an orchard and not sure about a third. 
We sat on our usual bench underneath the arbor for ten minutes and watched bluebird parents come and go, as they brought food for their babies.
Decals found in a window at the Visitor Center and...
Dandelions! How come I love a whole field of dandelions and yet don't want any in my garden? That should be the start of a poem, "Ode to a Dandelion". There is more to the dandelion than we see as a pesky weed. Thinking back to my childhood, my father used to make dandelion wine. I remember once he put too much sugar in a batch and those bottles of wine that were stored in a small cupboard underneath the staircase, all the corks popped off like a rocket. 
It not only caused a big mess, but the house smelled of wine for weeks, even with all of Mum's cleaning. She was a good sport, even though she wasn't too happy about that. I always remember laughter for years after, as the story was remembered and retold among family and friends. There was a series of bangs as one by one the corks blew their top, one after the other, in quick succession. The Spruce has a recipe for dandelion wine here. If I ever made it, I would be measuring that sugar very precisely.
At this website there is a paragraph which reads: "Did you know, for instance, that the leaves, flowers, and roots of dandelion are edible or that the dandelion has purported medicinal properties? Bees and other pollinators also rely on them for a nectar source early in the growing season.”
and one last view of the fenced-off vegetable garden.
That's the end of my photos taken near the Walney Visitor Center.
