Every year about this time we have several days, maybe a week even, of butterflies everywhere. I saw the first one today on my lunch break. A sudden breeze sent it over the deck wall, swirling and fluttering to recover flight control. Once it got it together again, it floated from one hibiscus plant to the next and finally settled on the bark of the big old pecan tree the deck is built around.
Am I the only one who notices these seasonal signs in nature? I watch every fall to see the first fire red leaf appear on the dogwoods, or the bean pods to burst and dry up on the branches of the catalpas. In the spring the robins return in great flocks, milling about in yards, bathing in puddles. Little things like this have always been important to me. I think it has something to do with feeling safe, knowing that in a world rife with turmoil and change, these few tiny things are always going to be there.
I am a weirdo of the highest order.
8:27 p.m. - 2007-10-21
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