It was in the 50s today and sunny. I walked home from work, splashing in puddles and slowly removing layers of clothing. By the time I got home, scarf, hat, coat, and gloves were gone and I walked Pearl around the block without a jacket. People were riding bikes, walking dogs and babies, smiling at one another.
No butterflies out yet, but this is one I embroidered during college. I worked as a counselor at Camp Northland for Girls on Lake Burntside near Ely, MN (where I'd also been a camper) and it was during the height of the '70s embroidery craze (it was on a par with macrame mania). I've saved this work shirt all these years: alas, my also-embroidered overalls have disappeared.