The Easter Butterfly
And then, all of the sudden, it flew away, wafting on the breeze high above the cypress trees, its wings fluttering a timeless message: fear not, only believe.
Category: Butterflies
none of the bees would pose for me (a poem)
A solo trip to a botanical garden was a tonic in troubled times and the inspiration for a poem.
Have Some Weed, Butterfly!
Butterflies, butterfly weed, and a caterpillar relocation project. It’s never a dull moment at Glover Gardens.
