Does anyone get nostalgic when they see a butterfly flitting about from flower to flower? Do you tend to get lost in their beauty as they lithely land and flutter their wings from orange to black?
I find that no matter how old I get, nature never ceases to amaze me. I love to watch any of God's creations here on our glorious planet. It brings a lightness to my heart and a smile to my face to see the wonderment of it all.
I make my boys endure long moments of just sitting and watching the moon some nights when we are camping. I make them follow me as I take pictures of butterflies and bees and anything else I can train my lens upon. I make them sit and listen to the rain as it tinks down on the roof and windows. I wake them up early on a winter's morning to go and take pictures of the ice as it coats the branches of the trees by the river.
As luck would have it, my boys enjoy nature as much as I do. Their bubbly laughter is like a drug as they try to catch the things that God built. The two of them run in the house and get me to come outside whenever they spy a Catface Spider building its web so that it may catch its next meal.
I am thankful God has given me the gift of sight and I pray that he never feels the need to take it away.
These pictures were taken right outside my house. It was the end of the season and the butterfly bushes were on their way out for the winter. It was as if the butterflies needed to drink up every last drop of their remaining nectar. They were everywhere on that cool fall evening and I relished in all their splendor.
The butterfly bushes didn't come back last spring, I think I will be re-planting them!
The bees were there too!
Lovely, aren't they?
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