Puddle Hunting

Here is one of the puddles that I beautified with flowers. Meanwhile Stanley Bear is pointing at another puddle. Really, he really was!

It rained cats and dogs last weekend (Tropical Storm Andrea floated on through our neck of the woods.) When the sun finally came out we went for a walk (and his fever broke that day too!) We didn't know it at first, but we finally realized that we were puddle hunting. Below are two puddles that we placed wildflowers in:

Here is a long, muddy one where we floated some colorful spring leaves in:

No puddle was too big or too medium...

There was no such thing as too many puddles at once; the more the merrier...

There was also no puddle too small...

We didn't discriminate, we loved them all!