tiny bloomer

Seasons aren't the only things that change this time of year. The arrival of Spring and warmer temperatures seem to coax tiny chumley out from under his blankies much like a daffodil out from the ground, prompting him to switch from his daily morning winter routine of making a beeline to his heater friend George and find cover under his Mount Everest of blankies, to seeking out precious slivers of morning sun that will all too soon disappear once the leaves of summer fill in.  And so it seems, too, that my morning routine changes, from going downstairs first thing to turn on George, to lingering upstairs a little while longer, skritching someone's little shiny sun drenched noggin, so that he can bloom and spread joy, much like a daffodil in spring. :)