Butterflies are a sure sign of the passing of summer days.
No longer are the spritely little 'common blue' butterflies of spring seen flitting in the warm sun. Neither are the 'fritillaries' nor the 'red admirals,' who danced merrily through our summer borders, seen in abundance.
These have all been replaced by those beautiful, but languid yellow tiger swallowtails and monarchs who gather on the butterfly bush. They float throughout the gardens.
Our kitten waits ...stalks ....poises ready to pounce in hopes of a capture.
The pace of the season slows. The bright sun of summer is often softened by the overcast skies of early fall days. The voices & squeals of the young ones in the neighborhood have become silent with their daily jaunt off to school. Only on the weekends will the street buzz with activity mid morning until dusk.
The kitten pauses, poises and waits for her next chance.
Suggested reading: Butterflies and Moths by Robert T. Mitchell and Herbert S. Zim
(A wonderful little field guide!)
*September 11, 2001*
A day we should never forget.
(A wonderful little field guide!)
*September 11, 2001*
A day we should never forget.
