Saturday morning, Tim lit a fire in the woodstove.
It got hot as summer in here.
I like summer.
There was a ladybug on the window, and trying to capture her (or him), I first managed only to catch our new-unfurled maple leaves and the worn look under our house’s eaves.
But then the critter found the house alarm sensor, Tim’s protective insurance for our warm spot on earth, and I managed to focus.
I hope the fire didn’t involve the ladybug’s house or children.
Ladybug, ladybug fly away…
lol, that’s been a long time. Amazing to realize once learned, rhymes last forever. You had me squinting at the first picture, glad there was a second one. :)
Sorry about the squinting, Jodi. :o) The camera and I tolerate each other, but we’re not best buds. Maybe because I have long squinted at the world through myopic eyes.
Deanna , I hope your Mother’s Day was love filled. I’m not so much Hallmark, but always a Mother it would appear:).
I’ll need to see, Deb, if you took time to write something wonderful about this Mother thing. Thanks, I had a really good weekend; busy, full time.