We must remain as close to the flowers, the grass, and the butterflies
as the child is who is not yet so much taller than they are.
We adults, on the other hand, have outgrown them
and have to lower ourselves to stoop down to them.
It seems to me that the grass hates us when we confess our love for it.
Whoever would partake of all good things
must understand how to be small at times.
Just wanted to share this shot of a monarch butterfly that I took over the weekend; who says polka dots and patterns don’t go well together?
A perfect match in my mind. Fortune favors the bold.