Well we are into winter here now. And I can't complain, although I still do, about the weather.
And as soon as I declared that my deciduous tree was not dropping it's leaves, it started to.
I'm like a sunflower – all my chairs point to the sun.
They don't look pretty anymore though because it rained. Now they're just a slushy mess right outside the back door. Not that they ever look that pretty. We don't get the golds and reds of autumn here. Just dirty green and yellow.
And I noticed this butterfly on Sunday. He/she had a strong attraction towards one of my clothespegs. Wouldn't move when I came near or when I had to spin the line.
Wonder what that was all about – colour maybe?
I have had butterflies come and sit on my flower tattoos.