It was a beautiful, warm day for January and I was drawn outside in search of a photo. Pine needles came to mind, but as I looked around the yard, the metal butterfly caught my attention.
It is in the flower garden and there are three glass canning jars below it. I imagine some people wonder what the heck those are doing out there. It is the place where our little dog Vixey is buried. She loved the flower garden and spent many hours hunting through the plants. I still miss her and probably always will, as we spent a lot of time together.
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