For some reason we are visited by ladybugs every October. I don't know where they have been all summer, but they show up around our house in these early days of Autumn. There are quite a few of them - not like an infestation, just a small invasion. Maybe our house and cars are warmer places for them to spend the chilly nights than the grass or the trees, so they just are more comfortable there. That's OK with me. I think they're cute.
In a world where it's only too easy to get up in the morning and hear all kinds of nasty news on the TV or radio, or read it in the newspaper or the internet, it's relaxing and comforting to see a dozen or so of these little guys waking and stretching after they've spent the night on my car. Like the lilies of the field and the birds of the air, they seem oblivious to the cares and worries of the world, and gratefully accept what the Lord gives them each day.
I greet them with "Hi, guys!", climb into the car, and off we go. They hang on, too, and ride with me a ways up the road, enjoying the still-warm autumn weather with me. Eventually they'll fly off to the pursuits of the day, but in the morning they'll be back and we'll do it all again.
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