I've been told by many people throughout many years I'm too easily entertained. Many said it as an insult and most of the time their attempt to belittle sailed right over my head because I've always been delighted that so much in the world entertains me. Sometimes the simplest sights do the trick as close examination and thoughts of just what I may be looking at actually means can spark multiple levels of wonderment of both practical and fanciful sort.
What laid these eggs on the window pane? When were they laid? Was it while I was sleeping last night? What sort of caterpillar will hatch from them and into what flying marvel will they metamorphose? Such an interesting pattern they were laid. I hope I get to see them hatch!
