we wandered outside wondering just exactly what fog felt like,
it intrigued us of course, as we never quite reached it,
fog can be funny like that can't it!
we played long jump in a grassy clearing
watched the dew collect in moist patches on our shoes
admired dewdrops all over our Golden Diosma
and found our first daffodil budding
also covered in dew
waiting to greet us.
Daffodils are my birthday flower.
(At least in my mind they are.)
My mother tells me of how they were blossoming in our front lawn
as she brought me home from hospital.
My birthday is only a week away so we'll see how many are blooming for us then.