Growing up, I liked to look at my Mom had a Golden Book of Poetry. My favourite poem was this one:
Mud is very nice to feel
All squishy squashy between the toes.
I’d rather wade in wiggly mud
Than smell a yellow rose.
Nobody else but the rosebush knows
How nice mud feels
Between the toes.
– Polly Chase Boyden
While this little guy doesn’t resemble a blond pig-tailed girl with rosy cheeks in a pink sundress, I think he shares her sentiment. Cool, sticky mud between the toes.
Dad noticed him and knocked on the window. I had to creep into my Mom’s garden, barefoot and still wearing my nightshirt, to take pics, so I got to enjoy the mud too! 🙂
It’s supposed to rain today. I wonder if anyone else will play in the mud?
Yesterday afternoon, I sat (inside) watching 2 white cabbage butterflies and 1 alfalfa butterfly dancing in the sun. They both looked like tissue paper tied to a string that was being jerked by an unseen puppeteer. They rarely sit, preferring to flit along the surface of the ground.
I ventured out with my camera, sweat running down my back, and my patience paid off.
The alfalfa or orange sulfur butterfly is identified by a small dark mark on the upper wing, which rounds into an oval spot. They are found in fields, along roads and in residential gardens.
Butterflies are not insects,’ Captain John Sterling said soberly. ‘They are self-propelled flowers. -―
This little fellow quite enjoyed my lilac tree earlier this week. He (or she) is a common angle wing butterfly, possibly an eastern comma or gray comma butterfly. Markings for both make it difficult to identify without seeing it with its wings closed. This butterfly is gray and brown when its wings are closed, but brightly coloured when opened. This guy has had a close brush with a predator – note the ragged back wings.
Just living is not enough’, said the butterfly, ‘one must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower.’ Hans Christian Anderson