The sky really was purple. Can’t think of anything that rhymes with purple to finish the poem. Oh well.
Lots of dew on the daffodils that morning.
Going on a mind wander – dewy daffodils….dewey decimal….and now some of you know how old I am and some of you have absolutely no idea what I’m talking about (kind of like me a lot of the time).
You know it’s a good day when it starts off with hearing the waves crashing in after many long months of quiet ice. Although, hearing the ice cracking when it was starting to thaw was pretty amazing.