Daily story, January 22, 2025

The people who lived here before me planted flowers in the front yard, and now I’m the butterfly man. The kids stop on the way to school and look at them while their parents tug on their arms. If I come out to go to work, they ask me quesitons. I don’t know anything about butterflies, so I ask them what they think, and then I resolve to buy a book about butterflies but I never do. I don’t look after the flowers, but they seem to keep growing anyway. I’m not a very good butterfly man. But I’m glad it’s what I am.