butterflies

It doesn't take much ambition to click a pic, which is the only reason I can do it every day.

When I was growing up in the South, during the summer, butterflies would cover any flowering plants in great numbers. But now for various reasons most of which are caused by man such as pesticide use, butterflies are getting hard to come by.

All the school excitement is over now that the first day is out of the way, and everything is settling into a new routine of the kids being gone from 8 AM until 3 PM. Like everything in life, it's a mixed blessing; the house is peaceful and quiet while the kids are gone. But having kids laughing and playing in a house makes it feel more like a home... So I kinda miss that.

I wish I could shake off this laziness plaguing me for the last few weeks. I feel great; I just can't seem to get in the mood to do some of the things I need to get done. It's partly because of my well-documented lack of ambition, and sometimes it's because of what happens to my "one-track mind" when I have absolutely nothing on the track.

I blame it on the summer doldrums; it's hot, the humidity has climbed up into the 20 and 30% range, and all I can think of is how nice it will be when Fall gets here and the days are chilly, the sky is clear blue, and the leaves are starting to change. It's my favorite time of year of course, but I don't want to waste today thinking about tomorrow; I need to enjoy every day and every hour.

So I shouldn't grade my day on how much I do or don't accomplish. I should grade my day on how I feel at night when I crawl under the covers, and yes, it's chilly enough at night to have a light blanket; I should be asking myself not what I did but how I feel about the day I've just had, and whether or not I was happy, relaxed, at peace with myself, and if I would want to live that day again.

I feel the answer to those questions would give me a better idea about how my day went than concentrating on my daily accomplishments, or more likely, the lack thereof.

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It sure would be handy to have a built-in straw like a butterfly does, but I reckon it would be difficult to eat a steak.

A Butterfly fluttered by leaving me with a conundrum. This time of year it's hard to tell if this Monarch butterfly is heading north for the summer, or heading back south into Mexico for the winter.

Either way it's difficult for me to believe that these fragile, frail looking critters are capable of flying thousands of miles.