warm & fuzzy

At this very moment, I'm grateful for my first butterfly sighting of the season. I always think of butterflies as Dad dropping by to check on me.

I'm also grateful for weather nice enough that I'm working on my deck, and that Warren is energetically hunting birds in the back yard, and that Sprite is tolerating her forced outdoor time reasonably well.

I will be doubly, triply, quadruply grateful in a week or two when the volunteer project I've been working on is finished.