"People who daily expect to encounter fabulous realities run smack into them again and again. They keep their minds open for their eyes." (Ken Macrorie)
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Finding a Quiet Place
Today, butterfly weed fluttered and buzzed with flitting and zooming swallowtails, buckeyes, least skippers, American snouts, cabbage whites, hummingbird moths, summer wasps, bees, grasshoppers, gulf and variegated fritillaries. The very air swarmed.
In the midst of all this noonday activity, one little gray hairstreak stilled the frenzy atop a frilly bloom, plying his proboscis and sliding his wings, waving his tails, and then, like the butterfly, I stilled, too.
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