I had ONE!

  I have always loved the photographs of the thousands of Monarch Butterflies clinging to trees as they rest during migration.  There is just something special about seeing them finally getting a well-deserved rest after their arduous flight.  In a way, it gives a sense of hope.  If fragile butterflies can make such a trek, surely we can face our every day trials.  At least it seems that way to me.

  While taking the old dog down for his afternoon hike, I noticed the Monarchs flitting overhead.  Several dozen of the orange "flying flowers" made their way across the marsh.  It seemed as if their migration was heading in the wrong direction, however.  The butterflies were coming across the Bay, over the marsh and, then, northward.  I would have thought that this was backward!  As I stood there pondering the misdirected critters, one came in to alight in the old oak tree,  A single Monarch hung in my tree.  This pales in comparison to the photographs I have seen but my loner made me smile.  You can do it, buddy!! Take a little snooze then catch up with your friends! Happy flights!