It was 52 degrees F and mostly clear this morning at 6:45. My wonderful cycling jacket was just a little insufficient to keep me quite comfortable, but tried to think warm thoughts on the way to Meadowbrook Park.
There was mist over the ground that was condensing heavily on every surface.
Took a close-up of the sneeze weed growing near where cardinal flowers used to be;
it’s been a couple-three years already since I saw any cardinal flowers there. Like sneeze weed for its comical name and shape that makes me think of clowns.
Wanted to go to the middle of the prairie on the soft path, the entrance to which was lined with burgeoning common ragweed covered with dew, to see whether there were any royal catchfly flowers left at all.
It was kind of nice to be brushed by the wet grass when there wasn’t quite so much of it and it wasn’t so cold, but now I was downright chilly, and getting distracted from beholding the full beauty of the dewey prairie morning.
Did, however, manage to catch the beaded tops of the ryegrass,
Felt just really really cold as I made my way back to the paved path; surely the ice bucket challenge (immediately after which, I suppose, one dries off with a fluffy towel and puts on dry clothes) could not be more uncomfortable! I need to send a check to the ALS Foundation or the Ferguson Boys’ and Girls’ Club, or some place like that, since I told my nephew I’d accept the challenge (before, of course, I knew how to go about it).