There is more to the sign the butterfly sits upon, words I’ll allow the reader to choose. Those who have been there know the rest, a nice tropical oasis that is the best.

Hard to believe how time flies – how so much has changed once one has emerged from the shell. Whether digging a path to the lawn mower or hoping the seeds in the garden take root, spring has sprung upon us a need to clean, a need to plan, a need to make room.

It is the time on the calendar to look at what has lasted since the start of the year and what has yet to be done – good grief or oh dear. In finally finding the top of the desk, another insane list of challenges for this one who can’t very well rest. How much can be accomplished, how far I can go – on the first of the month, can’t honestly say, really don’t know.

It’s the first of the month, near of the year. It’s a good time for a walk, a more natural soundtrack and pace to hear.