Yesterday, while driving to take pictures at a track meet, I was able to enjoy the loveliest time of year in Texas -- wildflower season. Here are a few for your enjoyment:
I didn't mind at all having to be on the road so much yesterday. My son had a doctor's appointment in the morning, and I had requested a substitute teacher for the whole day so I could then go to the track meet and take pictures, so I ended up putting a whole lotta miles on my MINI Cooper... but they were beautiful miles, and I love driving that car so much.
I didn't end up getting much sleep last night because we had thunderstorms, and one of my little dogs is mortally terrified of thunder and lightning and rain. My two dogs sleep with me, but when one of them is restless, they contrive to murder sleep* for me. Alas, I soldier on.
*quote from Anne of the Island, chapter VIII, "Anne's First Proposal," by Lucy Maud Montgomery:
To sleep went Jane easily and speedily; but, though very unlike MacBeth in most respects, she had certainly contrived to murder sleep for Anne. That proposed-to damsel lay on a wakeful pillow until the wee sma's, but her meditations were far from being romantic. It was not, however, until the next morning that she had an opportunity to indulge in a good laugh over the whole affair. When Jane had gone home -- still with a hint of frost in voice and manner because Anne had declined so ungratefully and decidedly the honor of an alliance with the House of Andrews -- Anne retreated to the porch room, shut the door, and had her laugh out at last.
which was a reference by LMM to Shakespeare's MacBeth, Act II, Scene 2:
Methought I heard a voice cry, “Sleep no more!Macbeth does murder sleep”—the innocent sleep,Sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care,The death of each day’s life, sore labor’s bath,Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course,Chief nourisher in life’s feast.