This is not a companion animal post, but I had to record it anyway.
I just went outside to put some rubbish in the bin and get a few grapefruits and lemons from the trees and noticed a lot of bees visiting the citrus blossoms, which always buoys my mood. Then I saw a butterfly. Then another, and another -- and I stood there in the midst of the second monarch migration I have experienced. The first was in 2005 in the Mojave, and was one of the absolute thrills of my life up until then. I never thought I would see another. But now I have!
Besides loving butterflies all my life, the symbolism of metamorphosis has deep meaning for me. And the sight of these tiny, fragile beings making their way on their epic journey has lifted my spirits on what had been, shall we say, not one of the best days I've ever had.
I don't have the type of camera equipment to record it, but it will live in my mind and soul!
*CORRECTION: Actually, both times, the butterfly type is Painted Lady.*
I just went outside to put some rubbish in the bin and get a few grapefruits and lemons from the trees and noticed a lot of bees visiting the citrus blossoms, which always buoys my mood. Then I saw a butterfly. Then another, and another -- and I stood there in the midst of the second monarch migration I have experienced. The first was in 2005 in the Mojave, and was one of the absolute thrills of my life up until then. I never thought I would see another. But now I have!
Besides loving butterflies all my life, the symbolism of metamorphosis has deep meaning for me. And the sight of these tiny, fragile beings making their way on their epic journey has lifted my spirits on what had been, shall we say, not one of the best days I've ever had.
I don't have the type of camera equipment to record it, but it will live in my mind and soul!
*CORRECTION: Actually, both times, the butterfly type is Painted Lady.*
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