Dead Butterfly, Resurrected Tanks

The kids discovered these treasures burried underneath our orange tree.  (Most of the men Luke already had and added)

Sylvia and Hazel made a bed outside and planned to sleep outside that night until Hazel fell asleep during the Twilight Zone and Sylvia chickened out.

This poor butterfly died from too much love, pets, and force fed orange slices.

He got a name, Jack, and a proper burial, grave marker and all.

I am still waiting for the tangled matted back of the hair, hairstyle to become popular.  It’s so easy to do…not do.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s