Auggie and Anders were spraying their water bottles in the backyard this afternoon.  I was busy trying to pot the new magenta iceplants I had foolishly bought just before leaving tomorrow, so they wouldn't dry out over the weekend.

The boys left and the garden became quiet.

A butterfly fluttered down to rest on one of my purple-pink flowers (which I don't know the name of).  Does the butterfly have a name for this flower?  Maybe she says, "Look!  There's one!" (whatever it is)