The man-made lake at the Celery Farm is almost to its banks, barely leaving the trail alone. We disturb a man with his expensive black camera, perhaps just upset the balance of a wonderful shot by walking along. We make it to our bench, jump over the encroaching water, land our feet on the only dry plank in front of the lake. Mated mallard ducks coast along. More robins than we can count fill the trees, flashing their orange breasts proudly. Two Canada geese float in the pea green algae inlet. Everything different but how we feel for each other.