#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

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Today was blue butterfly day! The wind careened through the trees all night, noisy and careless. I put on my boots and took off my layers, it was so warm. I wished I was in shorts. The sun beamed hot over my head, the wind blew fast and hard through the trees, and I saw fistfulls of blue lilac tiny butterflies swinging free along the trail. I was surprised to see them, and didn’t know what they were. I found a first violet blooming over a stone by the swamp at the side of the trail, a feather fallen from a bird. A fiddlehead pushing up from the earth. It was muddy and windy, and every so far along the trail were bursts of flitting lilac blue butterflies who would not land at all. Later, I looked them up to see. Yes, they are called Spring Azure, and I found that Robert Frost wrote a poem about this lovely phenomenon that I experienced in the spring waking April woods. Thank you, Robert Frost, for capturing in words what I could not capture with my camera:

Blue-Butterfly Day

It is blue-butterfly day here in spring,
And with these sky-flakes down in flurry on flurry
There is more unmixed color on the wing
Than flowers will show for days unless they hurry.

But these are flowers that fly and all but sing:
And now from having ridden out desire
They lie closed over in the wind and cling
Where wheels have freshly sliced the April mire. 

http://www.the-pigeon.org/2018/03/27/blue-butterfly-day-robert-frost/

Now, with the windows thrown open, I listen to the peepers, so grateful for this warm night of spring.