This morning started out with fresh, cool air that had pushed out the heat from yesterday. Skiffs of clouds passed over the sun for a few hours until they moved on to leave a blue, blue sky. One wisteria is doing great. The other is yet to be determined; but is showing signs of life. Later in the morning during a hike in Hart Park, I was surprised to see that there were still some wildflowers. I have no idea what they are; but here they are:
Sure wildflowers are pretty; but I must be a true pessimist. I see nasty foxtails and other seeds sticking to my socks and scratching me. I see it in everyone of those pictures. I prefer to think of myself as a realist.