Not quite past January and it has been so weirdly warm, an encouragement to lean so far towards the specter of Spring that I am ready to fall over.  While going through my files to locate a photo that might illustrate this, I instead stumbled on a picture I had taken of my daughter a number of years ago, amidst her days of every changing Technicolor hair.  Not spring, but a warm summer day, we were walking through a field above the river with her aunt and cousin, when a butterfly, attracted by her bright red locks, began to follow her.  Enticed by the color, it kept dipping and circling her hair as if a flower, finally alighting gently on her head.