They are stoking up on nectar from every member of the aster and wild daisy family. Warming their wings in the sun they seek the same things we seek. Eating, having fun & spending time with others of your kind to sleep and to drink! When I walk out of the sun into the flickering shadows by the creek the air softens into cool. Butterflys do not follow - they prefer the bright meadows and the edges of woodlands where the wildflowers gather. Everyone that is leaving heads South before the frost. Somehow when you know something is for the last time, it makes every second of it etched in crystalline glass. You know you want to hold onto every moment and the memory of every moment , to go back to and gaze into at will. Always too soon it seems, the time is here
it is now and they must fly!!
