I sketched my daughter with her butterfly net and myself holding the wildflowers that she picked me. We were looking for the monarch butterfly which does not live on the pacific coast island we called home. It was a late summer afternoon and we wondered along a red, dirt road to the sea. It seemed like we would not see a single monarch and we didn't that day. Than, one sunny afternoon while we sat inside the cottage and looked out through our screened door we both saw the butterfly. It was flitting around right in front of our eyes next to the screen. "Monarch!" my daughter cried. We ran to the outside door to gather our nets and than to the screened door but the butterfly was gone- forever. Was it really a monarch? I don't know but I thank God for graciously gifting us not only with memory but with good memories of a summer on PEI.
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