Alas, a voracious fungus devoured most of my once-lush geraniums, leaving them rather skeletal. The home that formerly sheltered Mascot from the natural evils of the compound left him exposed and vulnerable in the end. And so he fled. I miss him, and am working fervently to nurse my geraniums back to health, with the hope that he can safely return one day.
In the meantime, I had an unexpected visitor this week.
Occasionally, she fanned her wings, as if to draw spring's fresh breeze into herself.
Perhaps she is a young princess from some far-off butterfly kingdom who grew tired of always fluttering about her father's small dominion. And perhaps one day she saw a handsome monarch butterfly dance by the kingdom before flying off to some distant, unexplored meadow. And maybe she was suddenly overcome by the desire to get out, to explore, to know the rest of the world and, hopefully, to fall in love.
Sadly, as is the case with most I-must-break-free-from-my-cage-of-a-life-and-see-the-world-where I will-no-doubt-fall-in-love stories, she endured a tragedy along the way.
This cat tore a chunk out of her wing.
On a positive note, my door seems to welcome the disabled. I like that. I hope it's always this way.
Anyway, I wish I had some sort of elixir of life to renew the princess butterfly's strength—perhaps buttercup nectar—but I don't tend to keep any form of elixir of life on hand, and so she flew away after a 20-minute rest.
|For all you 'Where's Waldo' fans, the butterfly is|
just about to fly over the wall. Can you spot her?
I just love having mysterious visitors.
© by scj