Retro post alert! As Autumn barrels towards Winter and the flowers put on their final pre-frost display, I’m remembering my favorite moment of gardening this summer. Back when the Stump Garden looked like this:

Sunday morning, June 28^th, Firefox and I were in the garden when she – ever alert – notices a few new butterflies.

Then a few more. Then a whole flock. Capturing photos and enjoying a perfectly lovely Sunday morning, we reveled in the company of a migrating flock of adorable little pug-nosed butterflies. I don’t know who they were, but they sure were cute. They stuck around most of the day. By Monday evening we appeared to have but four left, the wise couple of couples who stayed to raise their families here amidst our abundance of flowers.

These pictures were all taken between 11 a.m. and 1 p.m. on Sunday, June 28, 2015 in our gardens.  The poem popped into my head while dancing with the butterflies. The blog post never made it out of the computer that week, but I happily share it with you now.

If I were a butterfly

Flying with a flock

Me and forty cousins

Quite the genetic stock!

Flying from way down south

To all the way up top

When looking for Sunday brunch

This is where I’d stop.