The windows are open for the love of lilacs. Their fragrance wafts through this old
schoolhouse and I have just fallen in love with lilacs all over again. Their mauve hues and their perfume seem
somehow healing. They are a spring tonic,
a form of aromatherapy.
There are usually beautiful yellow butterflies (Tiger
Swallow Tails) flitting among the tree’s branches.
I have often mistaken the Tiger Swallow Tail for an
American Goldfinch, the male of that species having handsome summer vestments of
precisely the same colour as the butterflies’ wings.
There is a huge patch of lawn which I do not mow until June
because the wild phlox provides nectar for the butterflies. I have seen many species gathered at the
phlox and all in harmony with one another.
The wild phlox usually blooms at the same time as the lilacs but this
year they are late. Perhaps the
butterflies will appear with the blooming of the phlox.
Ever hopeful for the welfare of “all creatures great and
small” is the theme of “My Rugged Path” blog.
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