it was one of those days where i was driving around in
the country, getting lost on roads marked only by letters...
BB.......DD......

i was listening to david wilcox and bruce cockburn.
windows down, arm out the window.
catching scents from the lilac trees and the pig farms.

i stopped at this field because the butterflies were
crazy. little yellows zipping around. and as i was taking in the view,
a man in an old pick up truck pulled up. he was wearing a john deer
hat and hand hands like he had worked a thousand years with them.

"my wife and i call this the butter field.
those butterflies are here each year
and they look like little flying pads of butter, don't they?"

we stopped chatting and sliently watched....

i love days like these.