He would ask for 5 more minutes, and I would have said, "If you wanna eat, get UP." Then the moon and stars would align, and Spring would give me the stink eye and scuffle his feet around the house for the next 45 minutes.
Spring has been much more like
Yesterday, I did something that I normally do all spring/summer/fall. I went out early-ish in my pajamas, just to walk around the yard and see what new things are popping up, and are my trees still alive?, and where's the signs of spring.
So while digging around in the dirt, pretending like I knew something about anything, I stumbled across a little fellow. Remember this guy? Well back in January, the only place available that had any sort of "coverage" was my old dead salvia. He tumbled back into the crevasse between dead leaf #4 and dead branch #96.
Yesterday, I'm wacking away at it, because I see 3 green leaves down there. What pops out from below?
And I bent down and whispered in his ear "Wake up little callerpitter, time to rise and shine."
He looked up and rubbed his sleepy eyes, then ask for another 5 minutes of sleep, and I caved and given it to him.
This fine 75 degree morning?
I'm pretending like he's out on an adventure, practicing his butterfly maneuvers.