So far this year, I’ve only seen a couple tiger swallow tails. I’ve not seen any monarchs. Last year, I only saw a couple of monarchs. I’m really worried about these larger butterflies. There can be no doubt that they are in decline, at least here in Maryland. I don’t usually plug charities on Beautiful Photographs, but I can’t help but put in a word for the Monarch Butterfly Fund.
It was a particularly harsh winter in the capital. Firewood was a premium, but when bread became scarce, riots broke out in the poorer parts of the city. They soon spread into other districts. The old King and his councilors were at a loss about what to do.
“Send a detachment to the house of the Duchess du Linge,” said General Broadbelt to the Captain of the Guard.
“Does this come from the King or the Duchess?” Asked the Captain incredulously.
“What’s the difference?” Asked the General in return.
“It’s a subtle nuance, but there is a difference.”
This is my sister’s coy pod. I’ve spent many hours meditating on its beauty. This is my submission for Cee’s Flower of the Day Challenge.