This morning the insurance man and I took pieces of fresh-from-the-oven blueberry and pecan coffee cake out to the garden to eat breakfast. We sat in our new pergola, with our newly planted garden around us and watched the butterflies. It was rather warm already, so the birds were still, which left the butterflies flitting from flower to flower and over our heads and back again. There were several varieties, including the beautiful Monarchs. They are late this season, but they are back in style.