Today is a day for remembering the good times of the past few days. The walks through mountain meadows, rides down aspen lined lanes. Watching afternoon rain clouds float over head and listen to the occasional roll of thunder and crack of lightening. The meadows were full of dying blue wild iris, I could not get a good photo, only of the dried seed pod. But I imagined them weeks before a sea of blue against the green of the forest. Other flowers were eager to take their place and there was much blooming and new life in the meadows. All of this color and life filled me up and left me very satisfied. It left me recharged with memories to remember and reflect on as I start my work week. The rest of the day will be spent painting and journaling about my weekend and preparing for the work day tomorrow.