Last week, while I was busy spay painting those old iron beds, I walked into the garage and noticed that there was a beautiful butterfly trying to walk along the floor. It looked like part of his (not sure, maybe it was a lady) wings were torn and he couldn't fly. I couldn't bear the thought of his getting stepped on. I decided to take a coffee break, got a paper towel, and gently scooped him up and placed him, along with the paper towel, on the bouquet of hydrangeas sitting on the front porch. I thought that if he didn't make it, dying on a flower would lend him more dignity than dying on a garage floor.
As I watched him, he slowly walked onto one of the flowers.
He just sat there awhile...
...and started to move a little bit...
...he finally got the courage to fly and landed by the ceiling,
just as the sun was peeking through...
...and then he flew down and landed on the post...
With camera in hand,
I moved closer...
...and still closer...
...and yet even closer...
...he stared back at me,
almost as if he trusted that
I would not hurt him.
I have never been so close to
a butterfly's face...
Finally I decided to give him some peace.
I left the porch,
and when I returned a few moments later,
he was gone.
For a fleeting moment, I wondered if this was my friend Dale.
It would be just like him to do something like that.
Enjoy moments in time today!
Hugs,
Sue
Wonderful photographs Sue and wonderful how you scooped this butterfly up and put it on flowers...because if it was going to die, better to do it on flowers. Such a beautiful thought! And hey, I could see this being your friend Dale. I often think that when butterflies allow us to get so close that they are there for a reason -- with a message. Glad that you had this one.
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad you share my feeling on this one! I'm sure there are many who might think that my elevator doesn't reach the top floor! Thanks so much for your comment Sherry.
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