So the butterflies found at a craft store are the part that makes me happy when I walk by. I know it is fall and everyone is getting out the leaves and pumpkins. Those things depress me. At this time of year I need to be reminded that spring will come again. I am justified in feeling this way. The snow can be taller than the boys, snow non stop for days on end.... and stay til May. Butterflies are how I protest winter. Or rather, butterflies are how I keep the inside of my house bright while it is so cold out there.