Please fall in line!

The leader of the dew balls calls out to the one lone dew ball above, "Please fall in line!"

Across the road is a small field of rice, just about ready for harvest. I took a walk through the mellow green stalks and stopped to breathe in the wonderful aroma of planted rice. It exudes an unforgettable scent uniquely it's own that a mere whiff of it elsewhere will transport me back to this field.

This is definitely best viewed large.

May I invite you to view yesterdays back blip as well.