Butterfly Mornings

Butterfly mornings

Butterfly mornings

Catch me there

Gonna get me there

If I have to climb all the mountains on the moon

I'll be in butterfly mornings

Butterfly mornings

And wild flower afternoons

The last two days have been a gift. . . . rain fell and the thermostat dropped.  I had been worried because I hadn't seen many butterflies this summer, but all my worrying was for naught.  

I also saw a black swallowtail but wasn't able to catch him on camera.  

At one point I just stopped what I was doing and sat and watched.  A pair of hummingbirds were feeding from the "hot lips" salvia.  A Towhee flew up and perched in the butterfly bush just a few feet away.  The little black-capped chickadee came to the feeder when I was close enough to reach out and touch it.   The bees were happily buzzing nearly everywhere I looked.  There was a cool breeze and even a little drizzle.  It was a piece of heaven.

Wishing you "butterfly mornings and wildflower afternoons".