I love taking pictures of butterflies!
I cut some zinnias in the rain on Wednesday. I gave them to my son Sully to take to the neighbors. People like flowers from the garden I told him. He was so good to carry the fistfuls. He ran barefoot across the rain-drenched street, and the years we’ve lived in this house number 10.
One sure sign that it’s September is the fair is in town. I want to go at night with all the lights, and I want it to be perfect with happy people and cotton candy.
This dappled butterfly is a Gulf Fritillary. He’s enjoying his last few days on earth. I do love September in Oklahoma City with its mix of warm and cool days. Sometimes, the sun shines hot like it’s August. Other days, it’s so chilly you need a jacket. We often get rain and sometimes, rainbows, and always, there are September butterflies. This is a good month to visit Oklahoma, but if you’re looking to make a trip, October is even better.
Here is a poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Glory be to God for dappled things—
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough;
And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: