Now that it’s warm and my windows are open, sometimes when I look out my window it’s what’s inside that’s worth seeing. I just heard a fluttering and looked up from my sewing machine to see a butterfly inside my widow. After taking a picture, I opened my door and it flew out. Time to get those screens.
Every time I see a butterfly, I think of my mom who died 10 years ago. I like to think that this is her way of checking up on me, letting me know that her love is still out there. Thank you, Maria, for “forwarding” my mom’s message to me:-)
My pleasure Michele.
That’s a BIG butterfly!