Into the Meadow

One sunny morning I tied my old tennis shoes, zipped and buttoned my jeans and stepped onto a dew moistened path and entered the woods.

My plan was to walk my normal route, but the meadow stopped me.

The "meadow" is actually a gas line right-of-way that wasn't mowed last summer and hasn't yet been mown this summer. meadow plants abound in the bright verdant glow.

Daisies . . .

Tall white beard tongue (Penstemon digitalis). . . 

   Milkweed (Ascipias syriaca)  and . . .

  Yarrow (Achillea millefolium)
  We all know that with meadow plants comes . . . 
  could that be . . . ?

Yes! It is! 
Butterflies!

They are everywhere.

The Zebra swallowtails were quick to fly.

Two, though were more interested in each other than in my camera lens.

I suppose that this photo, like those in the post TURTLE LOVE, are the sort that caused a Chinese internet search engine label this blog as abusive. 

Oh well, the butterflies seemed to enjoy themselves - as did I.  I know that soon the Gas company will have to mow this wonderful strip of abundant blooms.  In the mean time, the butterflies will multiply with abandon.  I will leave them in peace . . . at least until next week.

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I have this book, A World of Butterfiles, My brother gave it to me.  I reviewed it on my book blog. Here is the post to read that review.  BOOK REVIEW It is just a beautiful artistically rendered book.

Earth Day Flutter

I celebrated Earth Day with a group of strangers who treated me as a friend.  My friend, Pat, invited me to accompany the Mountwood Bird Club on their yearly trip up Newell's Run in Ohio, near the Ohio River. I wanted to go because this particular trip would focus on wildflowers more than birds.  It was a good choice. The scent of spring touched our noses as we scanned hillsides and ditches along the rural winding road.  We found over twenty species of wildflowers over a ten-mile area, all within view of our cars.

One of the most interesting finds, though, was a small rabble of butterflies. 

As we drove in our short caravan, one of our drivers spotted the rabble.  Something had piqued the interest of swallowtails gathering on a dirt side road, just past  where it forded a small stream. The group, also called a flutter, were intent on what they had found, the spot invisible to our mere human senses.

Among the group were tiger swallowtails. Each black abdomen and thorax was adorned by a pair of creamy yellow wings, striped black then accented by light blue shadow and an orange spot at the base of its abdomen.

The Tigers were joined by Spicebush Swallowtails deep, soft black with white spots along its wing edges and burnt orange spots dotting its hindwing.

A third butterfly in the rabble was a Zebra Swallowtail with its definitive black and white stripes and those two intriguing ret dots.  There weren't as many Zebras as there were Tigers and Spicebush but they held their own in the group. 

While some of the group vied for the best spot, others seemed content to stretch out in the dust and enjoy the sun.

We watched the convergence for about twenty minutes before moving on to search out new wildflowers and bird songs, all of our senses alert to sounds, sights and smells as our Earth celebrated her day in her own way.