This morning, the sun shone through the front windows of the cottage. Woodpeckers and sand hill cranes screeched nearby. As I stepped out on the back deck of the cottage a cool breeze blew up from the lake, a welcome visitor after weeks of stifling humidity. I opened the front and back doors and let the cabin take a cleansing breath.
Sunlight filtered through the maples at the back of the property. I grabbed my camera. As I entered the path that leads into the woods, a flock of Monarch butterflies (perhaps a crowd of butterflies are called something else besides a flock), scattered in front of me. They floated from branch to branch eluding my camera lens but I did get a few shots of singles.
Not many years ago, the world worried it had seen the last of the lovely Monarch. But, the following year, as if to quote Mark Twain – “the news of my death has been exaggerated” – along came a bumper crop of Monarchs. Someone said they’d been hiding out in South America.
All I can say is, I’m glad they’ve shown up in my little woods. It was a special treat to see them today.