Words and pictures from the author of And the Crows Took Their Eyes as well as the Elizabeth Goodweather Appalachian Mysteries . . .
Such delicate images!
No way to pick a favorite moth or butterfly!!! Thank you for brightening my mornings with your gorgeous photos!
How sweet. I haven't seen a single monarch this summer. Miss them. Must paint more on pottery in their memory.
I have seen just one, and it fluttered off before I could photograph it. Sad.
If you are bored with butterflies, you are bored with life.
Zinnias and butterflies do seem to be made for each other. Isn't it great when they oblige a photographer with more close up opportunities? These photos tell a joyous summertime tale. xo
We're not bored with them either.
If this is boring then bore me some more
With going on trips in June and most of July, then having computer problems and taking my husband to many doctors’ appointments the time flew by. I just started looking a blogs a couple of days ago and I am so far behind. You wrote 60 posts during that time and I looked at each one – as usual beautiful flowers, superb fowl, funny and sad stories. Your Dreamscope pictures intrigued me and I’ll have to find this app and play with it too. After returning to San Francisco and the Haight I liked your cats having some acid hallucinations. I enjoyed reading your post “When I stood up for Dixie.” I always enjoy reading about the differences between our youth. First of all, we did not have cheerleaders in France, or high school or college football of any other sports, and I had never heard of “going steady.” Then I don’t remember any problem with blacks while growing up – we certainly did not have special fountains for different races. I had a pen pal, when I was about 12 or 13 or so, who lived in Martinique and was very black (I can’t say African-American, because she was a French girl of color in Martinique.) Anyway she always wanted to come to Paris to go to school to be a nurse, so I told her to come after high school. She managed to save her money and arrived in Paris 2 months after I had left for the US in 1961, so my parents gave her my room and she lived with my parents for 4 years, as their black daughter, while she attended nursing school and more studies. Now for Dixie - I had heard the song while in France and did not understand the words but thought it was a nice and lively tune so when I came to the US I bought an antique music box and one of the tunes is Dixie – I still like the tune but still don’t know the words too well. Remember, President Lincoln liked Dixie the song so much that he had it played for his inauguration, so it can’t be that bad if he liked it.
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