Last week, on a foggy, cool morning before Byron left for work, Bea had a special request. The night before, one of our swallowtail butterflies that we'd been raising in our habitat emerged out of its chrysallis. This butterfly was ready to flutter and fly out into the great big world.
And so a request was made by Beatrix: Daddy can you come with us to the field to release our butterfly?
And how could anyone refuse such a request, right? Think about it: how many times in our long lives will be invited by a four year old to release a butterfly into a field of evening primroses covered in morning dew? Not nearly enough.