There were no eggs. We ran out of eggs yesterday, so there were none for breakfast today. The fifth and final butterfly hatched and no one would go outside to get a flower for the poor, starving baby butterfly. I was hungry and grumpy with it. I yelled at everyone, it felt like no one was taking good care of me. No eggs. No flowers for baby butterflies. I left, absorbed in my own loneliness and sadness and went to the grocery store where I shopped for the whole family and spent too much money.
Tonight I took photographs of my new garden. Things are small but they are growing. I love seeing how much everything grows overnight, but usually it doesn't seem fast enough. I'm too impatient.
My New Garden. May 31, 2015