On Sunday, a butterfly lingered on a white echinacea bloom I was photographing. This flower must have been particularly delightful to the insect kind, for it is the same flower that attracted the green sweat bee I posted over the weekend.
I’m not well versed at all in insect identification, so I had to look this one up online. It is a Red Admiral butterfly. Its scientific or binomial name is Vanessa atalanta, which also sounds like a dynamite stage name.
It’s been a year since I first posted on this blog. I’d like to thank all of my readers for your support. You’ve helped sustain me through the highs and lows of the past year, and I look forward to sharing so much more with you.
To my fellow bloggers, thank you for uplifting me with your stories. I’m so glad that the venue I found for relating the details of my life led me to discovering yours.
For those of you who read my posts but do not have a website of your own, please, please consider starting a blog. When I started a year ago, I thought this site would just be a mental junk drawer where I exorcised demons and collected details I might forget about the various things I do as a woman, wife, and mother. The process has proved to be so much more fulfilling than I expected. So many of us post on social media, but those forums are so geared to the present tense that much of the material from the past sinks to the bottom. It’s hard to find a narrative or sense of pride in the ordinary business of living when your pictures and tales get bumped by dozens of other posts in your newsfeed. By having your own site, the shape of your story and the significance of all that you do becomes much clearer.
By having your own site, there is also the opportunity to see your reach in the world. This is not possible with a personal social media account. Start writing for the world, and I’m sure you’ll be surprised at how far your words will travel.
Below is a map of my visitors from the past year. The numbers are small compared to many blogs, especially the ones with longevity.
Close-up of my late cat Fian. He’s been gone for five years now, and I still mention him at least once every day. It’d be my luck that the first cat I had accepted me only begrudgingly until he became an old man. He’d be more likely to greet me with a hiss than a meow, but I loved him, anyway.
I couldn’t have designed better light for this morning’s photo walk. I again visited the Allen County Children’s Garden next to the Lima Public Library. I was early enough that I spotted a dozen or so profoundly eager library patrons who were waiting for the library doors to open on a Saturday morning. I don’t recall being so dedicated to the pursuit of any text that I’d have given up sleeping in on the weekend to get a book from the library. Perhaps that is my loss, or maybe it is a side-effect of having grown up in a home stuffed with its fair share of books. I still have more books than I can comfortably store.
Unlike the words on a printed book, the morning light would not be preserved without my intervention. I returned this weekend to check if the peonies had begun their bloom, but their buds are still growing heavy for their upcoming debut. Peonies must be more inflexible than lilacs in timing their show; lilacs began blooming three weeks early this year.
I did find that the irises are in bloom. What more could I expect today?
Columbine with bee
Columbine, double flowering
Helianthus angustifolius, Narrow-leaf Sunflower
McLean Teddy Bear Park, Allen County, Ohio