You may recall that I’ve mentioned before my mother’s love of butterflies. In the 20+ years since her death, I’ve rarely seen one that I haven’t thought of her.
Last week, I glanced out of our dining room window late one afternoon and noticed a Swallowtail amongst my flowers. Within seconds, my camera and I were headed outside.
I don’t recall the name of the perennial, but I’ll try to remember/research that before this post publishes. (Update: no luck. Perhaps my readers can help identify?)
The butterfly was flitting all around this old metal stake, and I hoped it would land nearer, but it didn’t oblige.
But it definitely put on a show for me.
And I could almost feel Mom’s smile.
“Just living is not enough,” said the butterfly, “one must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower.“
Hans Christian Andersen
~These Days Of Mine~