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.

M