Autumn Royalty
Yesterday I watched the slow, arcing flutter and flight of a monarch butterfly across the pasture. It was a small burst of golden-orange that passed above all the grass and the asters, reveling in the bright sunlight.
I was fascinated with the effortlessness with which it appeared to buoy itself across the strong breezes that were blowing. It was one w…
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