My dad recently taken up a new hobby: gardening. It's not exactly new, but it's the first time he seriously took care of the plants he bought. Previously, me and my mum were the ones taking care of the bought-on-impulse plants.
Now that our garden have more plants, more butterflies would come visit! There's the usual small, greyish-with-orange-spots butterfly, but their numbers have increased. Yesterday, I saw this medium-sized one on our willow tree - wow, I've never seen a butterfly like this in real life before!
This butterfly probably isn't a rare species, but the chances of seeing a butterfly like this to me are.
Under the cool shade of this willow tree rests Dutchie. A month has went by, yet none a day where I had not think of him has passed. But sadness has certainly been replaced, bit by bit, by happiness from the memories with him.