John was not the only one on this walk. There was Amy and her young boys, and Jaime and her young girls. Plus Margaret and myself. But yes, John was the one that wanted to bring home all the sticks. He had his hands full and even had Amy help him out a bit. I liked seeing the little piles of leaves that the big stick gathered when John was dragging it.
Butterflies are known for their unusual life cycle that includes a spectacular metamorphosis from caterpillar to a colorful winged adult. They have an erratic yet graceful flight pattern that attracts attention when they pass. The Ancient Greek word for butterfly is psȳchē, which means soul. I particularly admire their symmetry and kaleidoscope of colors.