As a child I loved chasing butterflies from flower to flower, I suppose chasing was putting it lightly. Stalking was more like it. Those poor traumatized butterflies.
I remember one day being very very young and playing with one of our butterflies until nearly all the dust was off his wings. I was so very sad the he could not fly. He tried but just walked around. I just knew we had killed him, as I looked at his wing dust on our little fingers.
We thought and thought what we should do. I had a brilliant idea. Our dirt was dusty like the dust on his wings, so I dusted his wings really good, and said a little prayer, and you know what? He flew, it took him a couple of times, but he flew away.
I have always wondered if it was the dirt dust or Heavenly Father answering the prayers of a child who had tender growing faith.
My photographs are of butterflies. I noticed the wings of the orange butterflies are kind of worn. I wonder if they too have been stalked, captured, and then became a child’s miracle too.
Roscoe is the most compassionate dog I know. He picks up on cues. I was feeling down. He came over and laid his head on my tummy as if to say, “Mom, I am here.”
When I or my husband cough, he runs and jumps on the other until we let him know that his other parent is okay. He can be awakened from a deep sleep or in another room by a cough a do this. Sweet sweet boy.
I love my “Guard Frogs”. They let me know when the rain is coming. They are just adorable to me. I pet them and talk to them everytime I come home or when I am on my porch. I think this picture is so cute of them coming out to greet me.
Not far from my house lies this mound of scrap metal and junk. I can relate to it in so many ways. I feel thrown away. Like I have been left by the wayside, tossed and forgotten. Those parts that were once shiny and new, have become weathered and are not longer useful. I do not even recognize what I am anymore, much less who, or why. Depressed, hating myself, thoughts of suicide nearly daily, but according the our wonderful government “Occasional depression that will not interfere with work.” Right.
I would hate to know what constant depression and anxiety feels like. I really am tired of trying. Okay, I give.
Daily Prompt: Moment of Kindness
I told Lillee a joke. She smiled a courtsey smile.
Then she caught the punchline…
Then she could not contain herself…
I asked her if she liked that joke…and she winked at me.
Such a sweet girl!
I went to natures inch worm curvy body and the beautiful curves of the magnolia pedals. I also borrowed a beautiful curves my husband took of copper wire, and then the contrast of the rusty curves of the chains.