The Day I Caressed a Butterfly

That was today, actually.

It was around noon. I was in the garden, watering because it’s uncomfortably hot here in SoCal. Not as bad as Paris, cos there’s still a bit of an ocean breeze, but HOT.

A pretty orange and black spotted Monarch butterfly began to follow the spray of water from the hose, and she and I had a little chat.

Well, she listened while I talked to her.

“Hey, pretty girl, are you thirsty?”

By way of response, she floated to the ground and folded up her wings like a beautiful fan. Or like pressed together hands in namaste.

“Are you OK?” “Are you injured anywhere?” At the same time I wondered how in the world I could take a butterfly to the emergency vet.

I turned off the water and crouched down to get a closer look.

What do you need? Are you having a little rest?”

Again, no response, but I inched closer and slowly sat down, hardly daring to breathe.

We stayed that way for a moment or two, each of us motionless.

Can I touch you?” I asked. “I won’t hurt your wings, I promise.”

(By the way, the powder on the wings of a butterfly or moth is actually tiny scales made from modified hairs, and it doesn’t actually damage them if they’re touched.)

Ever so tentatively I reached out my right hand and ever so gently touched the charcoal gray folded up underside of her fan wings, and then I simply sat still as a statue.

After a few seconds in which time stopped, she opened her wings once, twice, three times, and then lifted off the ground and fluttered away.

Thank you” I whispered, and held my heart to keep the love from spilling out.

It was nothing short of an amazing encounter, don’t you agree? One of my most enchanting and enchanted days.

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Hot Days and Blue Jays

Skinnny Cow ice cream. 150 calories and delicious. Nuff said.

I had a very productive day in spite of the fact that we’re having record breaking heat. We don’t have air conditioning because there are typically so few days a year that are this unbearable. We have ceiling fans and a standing fan, but right now they are merely moving hot air around.

I couldn’t stand it any longer and went shopping, where it was air conditioned and also crowded-obvs everyone else had the same idea of cooling off. I got a lamp that’s a perfect size for the piano and a pack of eighteen velvet slim hangers. I have been on a mission to replace all of my ugly plastic hangers with this new version and I’ve pretty much completed my clothing; this time I was working on the captain’s clothes.  It was a very satisfying task to line up all his shirts facing the same direction with matching hangers.

Every morning and afternoon a family of scrub jays comes to visit and eat; they love raw nuts. They’re such smart and friendly birds. Every year they bring their new batch of babies so we get to meet the entire family. If they come by and we haven’t put their nuts out, they look in the windows and squawk until we do.