Thursday, April 19, 2012

A magical place

Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you. 
 ~Nathaniel Hawthorne

There is a magical corner in our backyard, a place where friendly painted lady butterflies flutter.  And if you approach slowly, and stand patiently, they will befriend you.  You can hear her wings beating as she flutters right past your ear; you can see her swirling and dancing in the air with her mate; you can feel her lightness as she rests on your hand, and then a gentle quiver as she prepares for flight.

Whether it's warm, sunny, cool or breezy, the painted ladies are there, and will approach, hesitantly at first, but with regularity and total trust after a while.

It almost feels as if a bond has been formed, one of trust and wonder.  A friendship, and understanding, between us and the most delicate of creatures.  Every time we visit, it's magical.


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