Patience, My Dear....Patience

  Yet again, I am bound to the Small Gardens but, since I am Queen here, it does not bother me much.  I was, however, bemoaning the fact that I can no longer visit my friends of the fauna ilk.  I miss the interaction that we shared.  It has been almost three weeks since I visited and I have fears that they will soon forget me.  That is disheartening.  This morning, Son and I were sitting on the steps in the first small garden when I proceeded to tell him of my fears. He was diligently trying to make repairs to my camera which seemed to break just about the same time that I did.  He assured me that my critter friends would not forget and that he would help me expand my realm shortly.  This elated me as I knew life was going to vastly improve!

  Just as he was searching for something to "test" his camera repairs, a beautiful swallowtail butterfly flitted above the zinnia patch.  With one deft movement, he snapped a photo and turned to smile at me.  "See, your critters have not forgotten you.  Instead of you going in search of them, they are coming to you."  He handed the camera to me.  "See if this is better."  Precisely at that moment, a black swallowtail settled on a leaf of the deutzia bush!  This time, I took the photo and reveled in the idea that my critters may remember me even though I know the butterflies were merely seeking nourishment from the garden flowers.  Perhaps, just perhaps, a few of the squirrels, birds and snakes would have a vague recollection of the crazy, old lady who talked with them.

  All in all, having the lovely "flying flowers" come to the Realm of Small Gardens brought happiness.  It is often hard to have patience to let things come on their own.  Life is not easy.  Being patient is harder.