My two-year old granddaughter excitedly summoned me yesterday.
“Mum-mum,” she called. “There’s a butterfly on your pink flowers.”
It’s there, in yellow and black, at one-o-clock in relation to her head.
This morning (she stayed with me last night) she could not wait to get outside to again check for butterflies.
Love looking at life through the eyes of a two-year old.