You make my heart sing.
You make everything groovy.
Suddenly I’m in eighth grade again, line dancing to The Troggs’ Wild Thing in the church basement of St. Joseph’s annex building in Somers Point, New Jersey. Whoa, now that’s a memory.
Today was such a stark difference from yesterday’s oppressive heat. The air was actually sweet and I don’t think it got above 74 degrees. It felt good to feel the sun on my skin as it warmed me up just enough. This is how an early summer day should feel.
Just before the rain started yesterday, I took some macro shots of tiny little wild things I noticed while I was walking. Above is a spent clover.
This tiny little flower is a small weed that’s growing on the edge of the patio bricks. The flower itself is half the size of the nail on my pinky finger.
It looks like a little rosebud, doesn’t it? When it’s open it looks like a star.
This wild morning glory is just a tad bit bigger than my thumbnail. My husband had told me about it, growing amidst the grass of the lawn, but he couldn’t find it to show it to me. It was because it had begun to grow dark with the storm coming in and it had closed up.
I think it’s beautiful.
The weather was perfect for walking today and I’m proud to say that today I went around the outer loop of the property a total of five times (this is a record for me) and the inner loop twice. Woot! I want to be ready for a hike at Acadia National Park when we go this summer.
So how are things in your neck of the woods?