Raindrops put a kibosh on my morning agenda so I stayed close to the neighborhood, not straying all the way down to Council Point Park. When I left the house, it was lightly sprinkling but I went anyway. Even though I’ve not yet set a year-end goal, I know there will come a day when I’ll be close to achieving some monumental mile marker and I’ll lament “well I could have gone that time or another time” … so off I went. On the fourth loop around Ford Park, the rain went from a sprinkle to a drizzle so I turned in the direction of home. Actually, it was welcome since it cooled me off a bit as I had been chugging right along and it was a smidge humid and muggy … and buggy. What’s with all the mosquitoes so early in the season? Summer isn’t even here yet. So reluctantly, soon I was homeward bound, all the while scowling at the rain and the lackluster 2.50 miles walked that I saw when I looked down to check my pedometer. When I lifted up my head, what did I see as I strode up the sidewalk, but my Nelly Moser clematis laden with mauve blooms which were just twinkling away on the vine as they climbed up to the log cabin birdfeeder. I’d not been in the backyard since Saturday morning so all the buds must’ve opened at once. Suddenly the gray and gloomy sky and my attitude seemed a whole lot brighter. I guess you could say that mauve-colored twinkles wiped out the wrinkles in my Monday.