It's butterfly-time-of-year. Fluttering dabs of color accompany us on our walks along the bike path and through the woods. Usually the small white cabbage butterflies are fluttering up and down in twosomes....one just chasing behind the other. Probably a butterfly boy-girl thing.
And the more majestic monarchs that fly solo. Slower swooping movements as they go from one chosen bloom to another. I always love to see these guys and marvel at their migration story - delicate but determined. Four or five generations to get from wintering in Mexico to summering by us....and then back again. I can remember sailing on the Chesapeake in September and seeing dozens moving southward across the Bay. Sometimes one or two would stop and rest on Connemara - on the canvas, or the rigging, or even at the helm.
As we walk I keep watching for a tiger swallowtail....that big yellow and black beauty. The orange day lillies are in bloom....so they will be coming. I just have to be at the right place at the right time!
Butterfly-time-of-year.....one of my favorites......
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