Butterfly In Sumi

Young bamboo
in the sun;
Purple butterfly
stops by
fans her wings
in morning mist.

The lovely Barbara from the CBP Group wrote the poem on the butterfly and bamboo. One day when I learn calligraphy I shall paint it on this one.

Butterfly

It's been fun setting up the new agency, but we really need to be collecting a paycheck sometime soon, because we all have bills to pay. Once in a while, we look up at the sky (Sam and Me, at least, because Chubby still has both parents) and go, "Dad! Pengeng pera!"

So after the client loved today's presentation, we were all shaking our heads and laughing at the fact that our living will be coming from services for the dead. The client was a memorial park/columbary. Cool place, by the way. I could spend all day there just drawing. Even painting.

And then the butterfly came. Purple and black. At first we thought it was artificial, and then it moved. Sam goes, "Is that your dad or mine?"

Then the music came on. John Denver, Country Roads (Take Me Home).

I laughed. "Mine."

Sam nodded and said, "Oh yeah. Black and purple. Those are your favorite colors, right?"