Lately, it's the Confessions, not the garden, that've gone by the wayside.
The garden looks great.
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He emerged beautifully. I have cell phone video of him, but nothing prepared to post for Bfly Confessions Also.
ALTHOUGH, if you head on over to Butterfly Confessions Also on FB, you'll see the most recent cat house guest - Lovegood. A fuzzy, pale-green luna moth. As beautiful as the words 'luna moth' imply.
So, truly, all is fine with the garden. I just haven't written about it..
I suppose we (meaning the garden and I) have reached a point in our relationship where we'll be in each other's lives whether I write about it or not. You, as a Confessions reader, have been with us on that journey, and I hope that you've enjoyed the ride.
The garden looks great.
.
The cat house had two guests - first, a purchased pupa of a tiger swallowtail named Phoenix.
He emerged beautifully. I have cell phone video of him, but nothing prepared to post for Bfly Confessions Also.
ALTHOUGH, if you head on over to Butterfly Confessions Also on FB, you'll see the most recent cat house guest - Lovegood. A fuzzy, pale-green luna moth. As beautiful as the words 'luna moth' imply.
So, truly, all is fine with the garden. I just haven't written about it.
I suppose we (meaning the garden and I) have reached a point in our relationship where we'll be in each other's lives whether I write about it or not. You, as a Confessions reader, have been with us on that journey, and I hope that you've enjoyed the ride.
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So, here I am, back to writing it about it. But the nature of the posts may change a bit - it will always be butterflies, but it may not always be about my garden. You see, blogging time has morphed into reading time.
So, here I am, back to writing it about it. But the nature of the posts may change a bit - it will always be butterflies, but it may not always be about my garden. You see, blogging time has morphed into reading time.
I mean, there's gardening. Yoga. Walking. All that. Did an 'official' walk a few weeks ago - a lovely Saturday morning mile walk to raise money for the SPCA's horse rescue efforts. Joined a gorgeous yoga studio.
But the reading is what put the dent in the blogging.
I FINALLY finished Wilkie Collin's The Moonstone that I started months ago. I have a weakness for old English novels, particularly if they are touted as the world's greatest detective story.
Then there's Vicki Myron's Dewey: The Small Town Library Cat Who Touched The World. I adore libraries. I adore cats. There you have it.
Then I immersed myself in Tara Cleves' The Guardian of Baine Manor - my first ebook read. You mystery and ghost story lovers would eat it up. I couldn't resist the cover, and the story has oh-so-paid-off with plenty of romance, suspense, ghosts, gargoyles, even a butterfly garden, all set around central Florida and the Keys. Loved it and I hope she makes good on her promise for a second novel.
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And now what's got my pages all a-flutter? It's all the literature I've found of late on butterflies. Not just field guides - I'm talking literary prose and naturalist journals. Though I'm not happy about letting my bfly blog slide, I'm thankful I used the time to discover such gems as Sharman Apt Russel's An Obsession With Butterflies and the stories of lady lepidopterists like 17th-century Eleanor Glanville and Victorian-era Margaret Fountaine.
What I'm reading, what I'm learning, well, it's going to trickle into Confessions. Bear with me as I explore this new vein for the blog - it's truly a happy metamorphosis (and I promise to throw in the beauty of the bfly garden and its bflies, too.)
Your garden looks inviting...Oh i wish that to be a butterfly this day!
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