In the summer, the lily pool offers subtle opportunities for appreciation, even when, as in June, the cottonwood floats on the water, gumming up its mirror-like surface.
On the water itself grow yellow flowers, and a few that are white and lotus-like. Around its edges are water iris and columbine and various reeds and rushes, behind which the ducks and their younglings swim, sometimes paddling under rock ledges to escape notice. In the summer the pond is green with reflections of lush foliage.
Even at a dull midday, when no self-respecting photographer would be abroad, the milky water of the lily pond is worth studying. It shows why Monet used all those pinks and lavenders in his Giverny paintings.
A salmon color permeates the leaves and stones, spangling the lily leaves on a pearl-grey surface.
In photographs the lily pond is perfectly peaceful, in a way it never is in real life. In the summertime, it crawls with animals and humans, with ripples and splashes, and with the noise of traffic on nearby city streets.