Flowers that fly
“But these are flowers that fly and all but sing…” — Robert Frost
Of all the symbols of summer, perhaps butterflies come the closest to capturing the season. The brevity of their time here, coupled with their freedom of movement and dazzling visual appeal, seem well matched to the warmer months when we tend to see them most often.
I agree with Frost that the butterflies appear so carefree and joyous as to seem ready to burst into song. But I think silence is part of their mystique. They appear as light as petals in the wind, and make no more noise than flowers do. It’s rare to see anything that moves so rapidly yet soundlessly, flitting nimbly around in endlessly varying flight patterns.
Watching a butterfly can be mesmerizing, almost a form of meditation in itself. Grace, silence, agility, energy, beauty…all admirable traits I’d like to have more of. Maybe if I watch enough of them, I can soak up some of these characteristics by osmosis. In any case, I appreciate their charms and look forward to seeing lots of them before the cold overtakes us again. I hope you will too!
One year ago today: