butterfly field

another glorious walk in the butterfly field, a patch of land not mown by the city, in hopes of restoring it to Olmstead's original glory. carver walked waist high in clover and queen anne's lace. we ran into neighborhood friends, who had not seen carver in some time. my heart felt full, awake with the company of carver. the sweet smell of him. taking in his delight in the tall grass. i want to be this present on every walk. to enjoy every afternoon with him. each one is a gift.