It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day; the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet.... As Ichabod jogged slowly on his way, his eye... ranged with delight over the treasures of jolly autumn. ~Washington Irving, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow"

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Wordless Wednesday: The Monarch

"Just living is not enough," said the butterfly, "one must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower."  
~Hans Christian Anderson~



10 comments:

Terra said...

A butterfly and a zinnia are true beauty, and the quotation and poem.

LV said...

That is a real work of beauty with the butterfly. Your pictures are so vivid and clear. You certainly needed no words for this.

Jan Ely said...

You have monarchs while I am picking horn worms off my tomato plant! I grew up with monarchs. They are the symbol of good memories in childhood. In fact my family was the main suppliers of them for the study block in Kindergarten at Strandwood! They fly like they don't know where they're going. I haven't seen a monarch since the big freeze in Mexico. You can't even find milkweed at the nurseries any more. Pretty sad and very scary.

Paxie said...

Wow! Absolutely gorgeous!!

Brian Miller said...

nice shots! i love butterflies...i call them sky dancers...

Jody said...

lovely - beyond lovely!

Anonymous said...

Connie, Lovely pictures and poem. Have a blessed day. Madeline

Debora said...

I think Mr. Anderson's little butterfly is very wise. Your photos are exquisite!

thecrazysheeplady said...

:-)

farmlass said...

Aren't they amazing? Did you know that thousands of them migrate from Ontario, Canada to Mexico every year? Fragile but strong...beautiful photos!