A butterfly in the lavender.
This butterfly intrigues me. She is right side up-she flies in this position which looks strange to me, like she would be top heavy.
Further thoughts on butterflies and bees
I continue to be absorbed by the life I see among the lavender and the now past flowering santalina and the rosemary which hasnâ€™t flowered at all so far. I know rosemary can get delicate tiny blue flowers in the spring but ours donâ€™t seem so inclined as of yet.
Watching the butterflies and the bees this morning I was wondering why there havenâ€™t been any fairy tales or fables written about them-at least to my knowledge. There is, of course, the story of the tortoise and the hare. The hare, who should have easily won the race, decided to have some fun and play while the tortoise made his plodding way toward the finish line and finally won due to his perserverance and keeping his eye on the goal. Then there is the story of the grasshopper and the ant. The grasshopper decides to enjoy his summer and plays and has a great summer. The ant works and never plays. He is too busy storing food for the winter. When winter comes, the grasshopper asks for some of that stored food. The ant, being neither a communist or a socialist, says no-the grasshopper should have thought ahead and planned for the winter. Iâ€™m thinking adults must have told these stories to get children to work in definite non-children ways. Now most of us as adults have to learn to play again.
A French Garden Fable
My story of the butterfly and the bee is similar to the grasshopper and the ant. The butterfly is a princess, Princess Priscilla, who only gets out of bed when the sun is well up as she was up late at a ball the night before. She doesnâ€™t hurry to the garden but takes her time powdering her nose and deciding which hair style will look the best with her tiara. She then picks out her most beautiful gown in a breathtaking color to wear(and matching shoes) for the day where, flitting and twirling around above the flowers, sometimes exchanging a merry pirouette with a friend, she will look her best. She only stops dancing to sip herbal tea from the cup of a flower, with honey of course, from time to time to quench her thirst and perhaps have a nibble of a lavender cookie. Her only aim in life is to look pretty and enjoy life.
Burt, the business bee, is dressed in a stripped business suit with a tightly tied serious tie around his neck and a shiny bowler hat on his head. If he owned a company it would rival Microsoft, but his work is making honey. The word of the day, every day, for him is work and he is up out of bed and hard at work as soon as the sun comes up. No time to dawdle around doing any dances. â€œWe have to gather nectar to make honey for our hive.â€ If he stops to do a dance with another bee, it could mean the hive wouldnâ€™t have enough honey for them all. He looks at the butterfly princess with a frown. â€œWhat a waste of time,â€ he thinks. â€œThe next thing you know, they will let those girly butterflies play golf at the country club.â€ Nothing can tempt him away from the job at hand.
The butterfly has a shorter time on earth than the bee. Maybe this has given her the desire to love life, laugh and to dance because she doesnâ€™t have to worry about surviving the winter.