



This little beauty was hanging on in the wind, which is why the last two pictures are fuzzier than I like.
That just absolutely made my night!
Cleveland Amory once said that only men could be curmudgeons. Fine. I've set out to be a curmudgeonette. I'm middle-aged, single, owned by a stubborn dog and so white bread all my clothes should say "Wonder." If it weren't for a few little quirks, I would be absolutely indistinguishable from other Midwestern females.
4 comments:
So pretty!
You really know how to color coordinate your butterflies ;)
now dat i am around will you back off from da deers and groundhogs and udder aminals? we is all working together you know
a butterfly did flutterby
then it landed on my eye
i blinked i shreiked
i hit my head
now that butterfly is dead.
no one said all poetry is beautiful.
wot u gots against flutterbys anyhow? i likes laughin and snickers candybars....
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