Swan Song

September is the swan song for the butterfly, in one last glorious celebration they glide and feast on the asters that seem to bloom solely for them. It was hard to work yesterday when I would much rather have watched their antics and delighted in their enchanted fluttering. They are bold now with nectar coursing through their veins, some even chose to alight upon us if they approve of the colour of our shirts. How we will miss them as the flowers slowly fade and their bright shades give way to the dun coloured tones of the sleeping earth. Luckily for us some will secrete themselves away in warm corners and crevices to emerge glorious into the spring sunshine once more, and recreate the butterfly dance again next year.

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