A curious visitor

Last year, shortly after Christel died, we were sitting on the patio when a robin redbreast arrived just in front of the rose bush. And we decided it was possibly her spirit just checking up on things.

And today, while I was using the express route to get rid of the wooden panelling, a lovely red butterfly appeared on the windowsill. Obviously, not long enough for me to take a photo. But later on I got a second chance. A sign?

Make of it what you will, but I thought it was nice.