Most of the time, "chasing butterflies" refers to attempting to do a pointless task or just frittering away time. Then, there are those who look at things logically and figure that the phrase pertains to the act of ridding caterpillars from the garden. In my case, it is neither. I chase butterflies as a form of therapy or perhaps I am just a wee bit distracted by the beauty found only in the fragility of the graceful insect. Either way, I do chase butterflies. Son says that I am just easily entertained and that my brain allows me to find tranquility in what others seem to overlook. Maybe?
Yesterday morning, a lovely swallowtail butterfly flitted from bloom to bloom in the garden. It was in no hurry and seemed a bit worn and tired. I felt a certain connection with the bug as I sort of feel the same. I am tired and tattered but still trying to function. There is something about the summertime heat that wears thin...give me fall and winter and I am good. The butterfly...not so much. I am sure it prefers this weather over the winter drear.
Yes, I do chase butterflies. In fact, this photograph was taken through the branches of the grapefruit tree as the creature sat placidly in the morning sun on the beautyberry bush. I was not about to disturb the butterfly's rest after it worked hard to get breakfast. I knew just how it felt.
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