Goldthread

The sky was overcast. It felt like rain. It smelled like rain. I thought the dog and I would just take a little stroll around the open fields - easy to get back to the house quickly if necessary. But the call of the swamps was a bit too much and we just kept on going. Good thing - found this little flower growing down on the old train right-of-way. Pretty sure it's goldthread and I've never seen it before. Well worth getting soaked but we made it home still dry. I wasn't wrong about the weather. The sky has turned a sickly yellow and there are thunderstorm warnings on the TV.