It was so beautiful when I stepped outside this morning.
The sun was shining in a clear blue sky.
The birds were singing.
There was a light breeze.
And there was a grouchy old man with bushy eyebrows and a large mustache sitting smack in the middle of my flower bed.
Maybe he was just out-of-sorts because he was wet and it was a little chilly.
Maybe it's just his nature.
I don't know.
I couldn't get him to speak to me.
But I told him I liked his hat and he let me take his picture.
A little kindness goes a long way in this world.
He's going to stay with us until May.