In a desire to escape the heat, Swingle and I went for a trot along the bike path at about 7.30 am this morning.
It was wonderfully cool in the shade.
It’s not mist on the flowers, but grass seed heads.
She snacked her way along as there seemed to be a plague of dead and decapitated shrews on the way! She also picked up the scent of a hare, but fortunately didn’t see it although I did.
When we hit the warm patches it was pleasantly warm, We finished up the walk with Swingle having a paddle in the Mur, then it was home for breakfast.
So where's the snow? 