Franky and I love butterflies. Unfortunately, for different reasons. While I enjoy their beauty and gracefulness, Franky considers them flying toys. The little White Cabbages have been a joy to watch this summer. They travel in packs, always chasing each other, and should be called flutterflies because they seldom stay in one place for more than a few seconds. Frank and I spotted one of the Cabbages, that had wandered off by itself, at the same time. He went into stealth mode and divebombed it. I divebombed Frank. Frank gave me the what-the-heck-are-you-doing look then decided we'd switched from a game of Catch to a game of Tag and went scampering off. The butterfly fluttered away completely unaware or unconcerned that he'd nearly been 'it' in Frank's game of Catch Them If You Can.
Word of the day:
Scamper
Published on July 16, 2018 21:30