I stayed home for the past few scorching days.
When I went back to the park, a butterfly came wanting to be sketched. When I told it I'd draw its picture if it held still, it stopped on a water lily pad--much too far away to see it clearly.
I wish this butterfly would've seen the next one. It stayed nearby plus opened its wings for me! It was a tiny thing, the kind that welcomed my sisters and me to the resort in Okinawa. If you didn't look carefully, it looked gray; but it was actually dusty blue and silvery mauve.
When I went home, yet another butterfly came to the bush along the back wall. It had pretty red-yellow-black wings but didn't stay very still. I must say tho', it was easier to sketch than the first one!
