I happened to glance out the window and noticed that a piece of garden art had come to life–well, part of it, anyway.
The art in question was one of Grandma’s beloved garden statues–a little girl and boy sitting side by side, one of my favorites because it reminds me of Sage and his friend Emery as youngsters. The concrete children were peering down with rapt expressions as they always did, but this time, they were peering AT something. A butterfly had landed in the girl’s hands and was posing there, apparently now the object of the children’s inspection.
I wished I could capture the moment but assumed it was ephemeral; the butterfly would doubtless be long gone by the time I got outside with my camera. Nevertheless, I had to try, and my efforts were rewarded. Not only was the butterfly still there, but it posed with the cool patience of a model as I tried to find the best angle. Here’s one of the results:
I came in, pleased with my photography session, and realized my time with butterflies wasn’t finished yet; the green cocoon hanging in our bug jar had been replaced by a vibrant orange and black monarch. (I try not to interfere with wildlife too much, but I’d found the caterpillar on a roadside milkweed plant in imminent danger of being cut down by a mower. I figured that my taking of the caterpillar qualified more as “rescue” than “interference.”)
I called Sage over, and we examined our newly emerged friend.
After awhile, I gently transferred the monarch onto the endives that I’d let go to seed in my planter. (They might not be tasty anymore, but they produce some lovely blue flowers.)
This butterfly posed with a patience worthy of its compatriot on the statue.
Sage kept watch for a long time but eventually wandered away. The butterfly, too, eventually took flight–but not before I had quite a few photos to immortalize its brief sojourn in our lives.
It was a butterfly kind of day.