I've been watching these butterflies for years. At times, the entire Hadley Fields have been covered with them, all hatching at the same time, partying together in their new transformation. Hundreds upon the dirt road up there, saying hi and then munching down, as they must, before they depart on their long long journey.
Sometimes I wonder if they recognize each other, after they turn. All species being far more complex that we pretending-to-be-top-of-the-heap-dingdongs every imagine. So that every time another species does something we finally are able to notice, we think it is so AMAZING. Or CUTE. Sigh.
At any rate, one was eating happily on a vine in a pot, so I postponed bringing it in, so that it could go fill up and then do it's magical thing that we can only imagine doing.
Still, it just fills me up to go near the Torch plants, 7' now and really that bright orange, and the old old enormous Aster, and watch the huge party, as so many zillions of bees and butterflies land and fill themselves.
In the meantime, the whole conservation field next door has been filled with these beautiful yellow butterflies for a week or so, like fireflies, only bright beautiful yellow creatures, spinning and dancing together, twirling in the air in groups, just having the best all out great time, being alive. Wishing them strong bodies and full bellies and then, a safe trip.
In the meantime, the whole conservation field next door has been filled with these beautiful yellow butterflies for a week or so, like fireflies, only bright beautiful yellow creatures, spinning and dancing together, twirling in the air in groups, just having the best all out great time, being alive. Wishing them strong bodies and full bellies and then, a safe trip.
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