Signs of Spring

Our meditation this morning was interrupted by a voice drawling "how's it hanging?" to Austin.  This of course generated immediate panic on Austin's part.  He began circling each member of the group and demanding to know what part of him was falling off.  When that dust settled, we noticed that we had a new member sitting in the middle of the group.  Mmmm, says Daisy, he looks oddly familiar.  "hey Daisy" responds the stranger, "nice tri-colour".  Continuing her train of thought Daisy focuses her one good eye onto the stranger.  It's his eyes, she says.  I have seen those large green orb-like eyes before...Oh good grief, he is rubbing on me now, Daisy says in alarm.  Can someone get him off of me?  He is in my personal space.  "Oh yeaah" says the stranger, "just sharing the peace and love".  In desperation the whole group turns to Rose for enlightenment which she provides in two short words, 'Catnips sprouted'