Butterflies

I've noticed in the last 20 years or so that I seem to attract butterflies. Maybe it's just that I've become more aware of them, but they always seem to be where I am.


When I was a little girl, a hundred years ago, it seems, my sister and I would make at least one trip a day to the ash pile with our brooms to 'whomp' them. They loved the ash pile and there was always hundreds of them. How cruel and uncaring and foolish we were. Ignorant little children!

Maybe that's why they're all around me now, to make me feel more guilty than I already do.

My ex. gave me a full set of Franklin Mint porcelain butterflies and since then I've acquired a few more here and there, even the stained glass mobiles that are quite common. Not that I look for them or hunt them down, they just seem to arrive.

They've been known to land on me when I've been outside and this spring, when a beautiful bouquet arrived from my daughter for my birthday, what should the little pokey be, but a butterfly! Of all the little add-ons, why a butterfly?

When I get e-mails or cards, they quite often have a butterfly attached. Really makes you wonder!

I guess I'll give in to it. I'm not a collector, but maybe I'll just have to begin collecting butterflies.