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"Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita," I find myself still asking some of the same questions I did when I was just a punk kid. The Big Things confuse me. Fortunately, though, many little things delight and amuse me, and some Big Things--my wife, our kids, our bird and bunny visitors, food, baseball--make me very, very happy. In my pilgrimage, I try to be guided by the wisdom of dear old Auntie Mame: "Life is a banquet!"

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AUGUST 9, 2009 8:36AM

Listening for Butterflies

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Butterfly-bush
  

We sit on the front porch on a beautiful morning, a clear, sunny sky. The temperature is warm, but comfortable. There’s no humidity and a slight breeze, just light enough to send the light, lovely scent of the butterfly bush blooms our way.  

There are, surprisingly for a weekend, few people stirring, so there is hardly any car noise and, blessedly, no lawn mowers. Blessedly because that means we can hear the sounds of nature.  

Sparrows sing. Mourning birds dolefully coo. As a catbird flits past the porch, we hear its feathers move. Cicadas chirp in the distance, their vibrating songs rising to a peak and then falling to a rest, punctuated by a robin’s song, which is bracketed by another cicada chorus coming from a different tree. A pair of crows passes overhead, raucously speaking to one another until their noisy conversation fades in the distance. 

The breeze tickles the chimes on the porch, teasing a slight reverberation that, though metallic, harmonizes with the natural sounds.

The dominant sound is the buzzing of the bees cruising the butterfly bush just inches from us. The smaller honeybees give off a high-pitched sound, balanced by the lower, more constant drone of the bumblebees. 

One sound eludes me, though. I wish to be able to hear the wings of the butterfly. They glide from behind the house into our midst. They flit from flower to flower. They pulsate, opening and closing their wings as they feed.

I suspect that they make the most delicate sound, the slight sound made by the gracefully arching arms of a ballerina.  

Butterfly-on-bush
  

 

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Ah, but if we heard them, they wouldn't be able to surprise us so much.

And, I'm sure someone hears them... the leaves, the flowers, the caterpillars.... someone can.
You're probably right, waking. But we may never know; leaves are notoriously tight-lipped.
AtHomePilgrim, beautiful shot of the butterfly in the second photo. The flowers look a lot like Purple Loosestrife (Lythrum salicaria) which grows abundantly in one of our fields that is a bit on the damp side.
Thanks, designanator: Sometimes the camera works just right! The plant does bear resemblance to purple loosestrife, but it's a butterfly bush (Buddleia). We have this purple one and a white one framing the entry to our porch, and they quite live up to their names: full of butterflies!
Great images to go with the wonderful words. I miss nature and this has helped rekindle what I'm missing.
Nice . . . very nice!
Absolutely beautiful description and beautiful pictures too. Early morning and late afternoon are my two favorite times to sit on my front porch and watch mother nature's show.

Rated, of course
Penguin: But the dunes can have their beauty too, no? Or do you never get out of the city to see them?

Owl: thanks!

Torman: Yes, beginning and end of the day are the best: quiet times.
Beautiful imagery and pics. I can't remember when I've seen a butterfly. My youth was filled with them as I lived near the mountains but now...I miss the sound....
This post caused me to take a deep cleansing breath and relax! Thanks
This is a delightful meditation. Thank you for sharing the beauty.

—Melissa
Absolutely lovely. Thank you. I have a butterfly bush that I admire in my neighbour's yard, and it is nearly as beautiful as yours.
Love the title of this, and I have heard them because I was lucky enough to have them land on me. The soft hum of the fluttering of wings near my ears was one of a startled type, both for me and the butterfly as it was caught in my hair. Beautiful photograph by the way.
emmapeel: keep admiring while the blooms last!

Anne: Thank you for the compliment, but I love your description on that very fortunate moment!