This verse was inspired by a real event: it began with a “pants wetter” thunderclap that felt like it slammed down to earth, and was followed by a brief, but violent, storm that lashed at the trees and sent unsecured items sailing. I like to think it was a reminder from Nature of who’s really in charge (and it’s not us). Message received.
Who doesn’t adore a rainbow? And – even better – a double rainbow? Add some wild geese flying overhead and you get a scene that was wholly unexpected (but immensely appreciated) on a gray, wet day.
May you, too, be gifted a vision of beauty to lift the spirits.
Finding beauty in the ordinary isn’t difficult when Nature surrounds us with it. Walking across the front yard, the vibrant leaf litter jumped out at me – and this leaf, in particular. In the sunshine, it really was this incredible color (no filters applied). This – like all of the seasons – is an eye-popping time of year. Take time to appreciate it.
…and this storm did, indeed, herald the coming rain. 🙂
After a light rainfall, the girls were enthusiastically dustbathing, and it was such fun to watch. They dug into the dirt – still fairly dry from the drought – and covered themselves, kicking up their feet and flapping their wings. If I had to describe it in one word, it would be happy – dustbathing chickens are happy chickens!
More chicken happiness:
If only we could all be so easily amused. 🙂
I saw a butterfly flutter by
A flash of color that caught my eye
Then, one morning, I also found
A butterfly upon the ground.
Its velvet wings heavy with dew,
I knew its journey was nearly through
But I was determined to at least try
To find a place where its wings could dry.
I placed it gently upon some wood
And like to think it understood
This was a place it could rest
And then, if it wished, continue its quest.
So I left it and continued on
With the chores to be done at dawn
And, later, when doing a round,
Found the butterfly, once again, upon the ground.
This time, though, I could tell
It would never move from where it fell –
Its wings, once outstretched and proud,
Were folded into a funeral shroud.
“Live fast, die young…”?
Will you return when Spring has sprung?
May there be plentiful Queen Anne’s Lace
Wherever you are, some other place.
I’ll look for you when flowers bloom,
Following the scent of heady perfume,
Beautiful Black Swallowtail, free of care,
Your spirit, unbound…and everywhere.
Learn more about the Eastern Black Swallowtail here.