Every tree, every bush, is full of flowers; and one might wish himself transformed into a butterfly, to float about in this ocean of perfume, and find his whole existence in it.  Johann Wolfgange Von Gothe, The Sorrows of Young Werther


Photo Sandy Sage

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  1. Barbara Estinson says:

    Very nice photo, Sandy. When I saw it, assumed it was one of John’s. I was wrong.

    • Sandy says:

      One of the funny problems with this picture is I had posted it awhile back on Facebook and Cindy thought the butterfly looked like a frito, LOL. So my first thought this morning when posting was “the frito” picture! At the moment I have one of John’s butterflies in the header. John told me what kind of butterfly he thought this one was but at the moment I don’t remember since all butterflies are either Monarchs or little ones or pretty one 🙂

  2. Jesse says:

    Wishing I was transformed into a butterfly alright, that means it would be warm outside!

    • Sandy says:

      It is suppose to be 67 here today. Does that help? (rhetorical question)!

      • Di Anne Lewis says:

        I’m with Jesse; and no, that it’s 67 in Alpine does NOT help! (Given the bitterly cold Spokane days that have gone on for way too long at least it’s a balmy 22 as I write.)
        Butterfly in photo does indeed look like a frito! And for all the world John’s butterfly in the header appears to have an open mouth complete with a gleaming set of white teeth in his lower “jaw” : )

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