It's half-n-half season -- rain, sun, part of the day some of each, some days all of one or the other. Sometimes warm, sometimes chilly. Nature's way of trying out her repertoire. One doesn't know how to get dressed in the morning, when going out for more than a little while, what to wear: sweather, jacket, raincoat? Take an umbrella?
In the morning, after a rainy night but when the sun was out brightly and warmly I went for a short walk and found these mushrooms where not a hint of mushroom existed the day before. A little later I stopped to admire these bits of sunshine in a front yard. As I write it's gray and damp again. Nature's way of making sure we're on our toes, never complacent about what the day will bring.
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!