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In nature: swallowtails surf air streams, coursing from ridge lines into riparian canyons. Happiness for the butterfly grows on trees. Literally. Suburban landscapes offering munchies for the caterpillars - birch, citrus, sycamore and willows-green leaves are tasty temptation for this youthful stage of life. Having found abundant food, they will cocoon. Let them rest to emerge to a nectar-filled floral banquet; a bit of water to hydrate-they will consider your garden their haven.
What wonderful butterfly pictures, Lydia! Your garden is filled with love.
ReplyDeleteHmmm, I think we are both happy:)
And blessed.
Love it. Love it. Love it!!
ReplyDeleteI haven't paid much attention to that variety of butterfly, like name etc, but I notice when they are around and some how feel like it's my sister floating by. Sort of a loving message. Silly? Maybe. I miss her.
Thanks for the nice blog girlfriend!
xo
Nature and man living in harmony I think.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by my blog today and for your kind words and prayers for my family.
Oh, it would be me, because I can't speak for The Butterfly...! But I know, I would be THRILLED beyond words.
ReplyDeleteBEAUTIFUL, Lydia....!
Oh, the beautiful swallowtail. When I was little there were many growers in the Montebello Hills along Beverly Blvd. and these floating wonders appeared once a year. Brings back childhood memories. Thanks. XO Edda
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