The blossom of a clover bends slightly under the weight of a visiting butterfly.
Like the butterfly I have been fluttering around from place to place searching for photos, but I haven't scored much. I'm wondering if it is me, or the heat? Most afternoons when I have a window of free photo searching time, people and things have been driven inside- a respite from the upward bound temperatures, I suppose.
It did rain just a little yesterday...Maybe I won't leave a cloud of dust trailing behind me when I fly down my gravel drive.