Carried On the Wind

 

There's the promise of a storm in the gusty air today. Everyone in the garden is excited, flapping their various leaves or wings in a common anticipation.  There's a general understanding that loosely attached bits and pieces will be whisked away, so now is the time to clean up finished hangers-on, like spent flowers or discarded leaves.

Those little white butterflies are behaving like flotsam in a stormy sea. Their usual semi-controlled fluttering is now at the mercy of a playful breeze.  Their efforts to choose their own direction are persistently stymied by gust after gust. It limits them to a sort of drunken lunging with one step forward and two steps back. If you ask me they should all grab onto something and wait it out!

The old cat Solly, who rarely deigns to move faster than a slow trot, is making the odd leap after absolutely nothing, uncharacteristically hyped up in spite of herself. I think she just embarrassed herself and is now turning her back on me trying to save her dignity.

If I were a bird right now I'd be clinging to the most bouncy branch singing, "whoo-hoo!,,,"



I think I can!

He's on the upper left.  Click on this picture

Phew!

Poor little butterfly was quite exhausted by the time he could grasp his lilac.  See him in the middle picture upper left?  click on pictures to enlarge them.