Derek and I have taken to collecting beautiful bits of nature. We call them gifts. Gifts that have been put in our path for us to find and adore. I like to think of them as little cherished messages from Benny.
Der has a knack for finding dead butterflies intact. Recently, he brought me the most beautiful one of all.

The poor thing had been stuck to a grill on one of the rental cars at Der’s work.

Isn’t it beautiful!?!
Other gifts.

At first glance I thought it was a piece of poo, but no, it’s a GIANT empty cocoon. Now that I know it’s not poo, I think it looks like something out of a scifi movie.

We found these feathers at the zoo, but I have no idea what birds they are from.

Polka dots are just cool!

Every time I see a butterfly I say “hi” to Benny. Before he passed I told him he could send us messages with butterflies and rainbows, and so he does…and hearts too.

This is a piece of bark. I found on the ground just waiting for me to see it.















































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