Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils corn


When the clouds are out to play, when the corn is high, I don't think there's any state more beautiful than Michigan.
We drove around for a bit after work, because for the first time since, well, ever, the weather was actually pleasant!
I played around with some frogs and dragonflies, hay bales and barns, but this photo is how I want to remember this summer.

Plus, there's a friendly cloud-monster looking at me.

Is this week flying by or is it just me? Two more days till the weekend!