Yesterday I went out to get some sun on an otherwise cloudy, cool and rainy day. There was one brave yellow butterfly flitting around a matching yellow flower, but not stopping to drink. Instead, it flew toward me and then settled on a fallen leaf about 3 feet from me to take a rest, a drink, lay eggs, or some other purpose.

I watched the butterfly for some time, but it did not move. Finally I left, and I don't know how long the butterfly clung to that leaf. In the afternoon, in spite of the weatherman telling us we would have, "mild," showers, we had a violent lightning and thunder storm with strong winds and heavy rain. It always makes me wonder how these butterflies manage to survive such an onslaught and then come back out at the first sign of sun or warmer weather.

Ron

lovely graphic, excellent sentiment, enjoyed the read



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