Summer's End

Weather has broken which means the fat lady is packing her ancient dusty trunk with overheated memories and planning on heading south where she can lounge by the swimming pool for a few months while sipping something cool and intoxicating and telling tall tales to anyone who will sit by her side and listen.  Each year when I think she is too much of a personality to handle, I also find that I regret the departure of her in-your-face attitude.  I find I miss that heavy perfume she insists on wearing and the multi-colored scarfs that she drapes here and there.  So go read the old post above, and then come back and enjoy the butterfly parade.

Not a native but taken in the museum butterfly arboretum.