Little bread-and-butterflies kiss the tulips, and the sun is like a toy balloon

Today after work, I cut across Victoria Park on the way to the bus stop. Usually I stick to the sidewalk within the park, but today I decided to walk across the grass, and I'm happy I did. A few steps in, I noticed a butterfly, and it must have noticed me back because it fluttered beside me until almost the very edge of the park.

For a few minutes I had the prettiest companion in the world.

There are so many different kinds of trees

Last night while Chris and I were walking to The Abbey, the conversation turned to trees.

Verbing a noun: "They birched up from the ground, and we decided to call them trees."

My life is heaven.