This morning as I sat with my coffee working on my journals a ladybug came skittering across my page. What a delight to see the little creature looking so cheerful in her red dotted outfit - I'm not sure I saw one all summer.
The problem is it isn't summer here now. This morning it was about 36 degrees outside.
After considering all the facts - that it was cold, the ladybug wouldn't live in the house with nothing to eat, or she might get stepped on, I decided to put her outside. I placed her gently on the chair on the porch and wished her well, hoping that she would go do whatever ladybugs do. I hope she will be O.K. Diane