June 11

Today was another scorcher outside, so by the time the evening hours rolled around, I was significantly behind my in my step count. I went for a solo walk around the park to make up the miles this evening, and as I strolled, I looked down and saw several patches of clover.

When I was a kid, I distinctly remember picking little white (and sometimes pink) clover flowers from our yard. I remember their sweet scent and I remember how I'd gather them together and tie them into mini bouquets using long blades of grass.

It's just a memory from long ago that I feel like I've written about before, but given that I don't remember much from those times, I'm grateful that it came back to me.