“The butterfly is a flying flower, The flower a tethered butterfly.”
– Ponce Denis Ecouchard LeBrun
“…and when all the wars are over, a butterfly will still be beautiful.” ― Ruskin Bond, Scenes from a Writer’s Life
“Love is a peaceful feeling, like a flower hugging a butterfly. ” ― Jarod Kintz, This Book Has No Title
“…a butterfly is like the soul of a person, it dries out in captivity.” ― Marlene Van Niekerk, Agaat
I snapped these pictures with a very cheap camera, while standing inside my parents’ little above-ground pool. We were trying to cool off, despite the very strong (and very hot) wind, an omen of threatening weather. Mom noticed the yellow swallowtail flitting from coneflower to coneflower first. Before long, the orange and monarch butterflies joined him…and chased him off, the cheeky fellows! Unlike the excited yellow butterfly, they were content to rest on the coneflowers and occasional bat a wing at me, as if they were flirting. I managed to snap a few clear shots before we realized we were covered by a canopy of black clouds. No rain ensued, only toyed with our hopes for a respite from the heat and sun, and the sun was soon shining again. But I appreciated the beautiful distraction nonetheless.