Being grateful for the joys of jumping in puddles:
After spending the last few days having to have complete rest due to recently overdoing it, I was going a bit stir crazy in the house and needed some fresh air.
With the Bank Holiday washout putting a dampener on most people’s holiday plans, I donned my fabulously colourful wellies on and headed out for a soul stroll.
One of the best things about walking in the rain is how Mother Nature comes alive. I love the flowers bursting with vibrant colour and the lush greens of the grass, the bushes, and the trees brought to life. I also love the wonderful earthy scent in the air, which even has its own name: petrichor. How brilliant.
But the best thing has got to be the puddles.
I rediscovered my inner child as I jumped in the puddles, giggling as I went along.
It was so much fun, I felt so joyful and my spirits were instantly lifted.
What made it even funnier was that the puddles were alongside a busy road, and cars were passing me by as I jumped in and out with glee. But I didn’t care. In fact, I didn’t have a care in the world.
I returned back home with my spirits soaring, and my heart happy.
So with this in mind, my happy for today is being grateful for the joys of jumping in puddles.