Sunday, June 30, 2013

The end of June

 Here we are at the end of June.
I am somewhat amazed and slightly bemused at how quickly this past year is going by.
I do not know what I do with all those days.
they past by me, like butterflies in the wind.

I really have to start this week with a plan and not be so willy-nilly about what I am doing.
There are times that my brain just goes blank when I try to figure out what I need to make next.
Think of the flat line you use to get on a tv, when they went off the air at night----------------------------.
I use to go to bed thinking about pots and wake up thinking about pots.
Now, I don't know what I am thinking.
Well, maybe I am thinking about tiles.
 I do run across so many things that I think should go on a tile.
When I shoot pictures I think, this might work on a tile.

The butterfly to the right is one of those.
This butterfly ate, spun, and then emerged on my garden dill a few summers back.
I took a variety of pictures of her while her wings were drying.
This one was my favorite one of her on the dill. The dill was all old and dying and there she was all bright and new.
Since then, I never pull out old herbs without looking first, in case there is someone there in some stage of transformation.

I never saw myself as a butterfly person before that first real contact with the one above.
Now, I pay more attention to them all the time.
They are pretty darn amazing.

When I was in Norfolk walking with my grand daughter though the  streets she spotted a yellow butterfly that she wanted to catch.
"Oh, butter she would call ", as she ran with an open hand to catch it.
Of course it just fluttered on its way without a thought to that girl who wanted to hold it.

After our walk, and some water, we went out to play in my mother's backyard.
 Along comes a yellow butterfly, just like the one we saw on our walk.
Of course, it had to be the same one.
It followed us home.
When you are 3 life is magic.



Dennis Allen said...

Thanks M. Nice story to start my Sunday.

cookingwithgas said...

Good morning Dennis.
We all need a light read on a Sunday. The world needs more butterflies.

angela walford said...

Awwww how sweet! That's the life M

Michèle Hastings said...

I just finished reading Barbara Kingsolver's newest novel "Flight Behavior"... a story woven around the migration of monarch butterflies. It was a good ready, you may want to check it out.

cookingwithgas said...

Hi Angela!
I will look the book up Michelle.

Tracey Broome said...

For the little one, Flutterby is a great book. There were weeks when it was the only book Wesley wanted to hear us read, I could recite it cover to cover. She and her friend tried to save a dying butterfly one day,we finally buried it, made a headstone and named it Flutterby. I had not told Wes about your blog post today, and at lunch she mentioned this butterfly..... We are so telepathic it's scary sometimes, haha!
We have two butterfly bushes, big as trees and soooo many butterflies right now, quite fond of them:)

DirtKicker Pottery said...

What a cute butterfly story. Butterflies on pottery always make me smile. I totally love your shelf in the first photo.

Richard Hattaway said...

Something I had never heard. So we have a milkweed plant in the garden now, along with the butterfly bush we put in a huge pot two houses ago, and it's still with us. Pot bound, but the pot is so pretty and shaped such that the tree won't come out.. so it's in there for life. More milkweeds next year, love the butterfly population.

Cha Cha said...

What a lovely tale!

Maybe right now you're in butterfly mode, flitting about and doing the hard work of creating, even if it doesn't look like - or feel like - organized, traditional work.

Butterfly mode is lovely. Enjoy it!

Linda Starr said...

Life and plants and butterflies are magic, great post.

Lori Buff said...

Have you read Flight Behavior by Barbara Kingsolver yet?

cookingwithgas said...

Thanks Richard for the link- great information.
I am in the mode- maybe I am going to transform into something new, and younger and taller.
There are books I need to look up soon.

Amy said...

yes, that's why I love being around 2, 3, or 4 year olds. they help me see the magic in life. beautiful details on your tiles- they must take hours to make.

cookingwithgas said...

They do take some time to get finished. But isn't that the way with pottery, there is nothing fast about what we do.