In the southwest corner of Yosemite NP there is a small town named Wanona, CA. I was doing a bit of exploring, which is a nice way of saying, “I was snooping around”.
In the back of this broken down abandoned cabin was a field of purple wild flowers. I laid down to get a better perspective of the flowers, and was quickly overcome by the flowers’ sweet fragrance.
The tall soft grass and morning sun warming my back was inviting a nap, but the bugs won out and reclaimed their bucolic setting.
Thought for the Day: Where flowers bloom so does hope. Lady Bird Johnson