I wish I had a dollar for every time I've heard that or read it in a book, usually one of Barbie Cartland's.
But this morning as I was racing for the bus I noticed that every nature strip and lawn was actually covered in dew drops and sparkling like little diamonds.
I slowed down (missed the bus by that much) just to look. It really was beautiful. The sun was at the right angle and not yet warm enough to dry the grass.
The next time I read a Cartland description of her heroine looking delicate in a lace dress covered in sequins and sparkling like dew drops, I'll know exactly how it looks.
I'm still gobsmacked at the sight. It probably happens a lot but I'm usually still in bed and not rambling along at the right time.
I will carry the sight as I ring the hospital to see how Medusa got on with the bone scan.