The weather has been so strange, with the country truly divided: hot in the east, and cold in the west. The rain seemed to track from west Texas all the way to Canada but it got closer to the DFW area today and we got some much needed rain. Whew. The weeds out front pulled out so much easier being rain soaked. But, I did not even make a dent in them. We have levels of rocks that have not been weeded all summer. Stickers abound. I gave the purple Lantana breathing space. Sallycat wandered out and fussed at me. Didn't I realize it was sprinkling??
I'm going to go count butterflies.
Update: For ten minutes, I counted, and over 200 Monarch Butterflies flitted by. Some float like falling oak leaves. Some pump their wings as if that will make them sail faster. When they get too close to each other, they circle and whirl in a dance, as if saying:
"Madge, is that you?? Oh, Madge, could you believe that freeway? I almost got sucked in, Madge."
"Betsy, Betsy, where are we going? Does anyone know?"
"No, dear, probably Mexico. It doesn't matter that we know. We just go." "Try to keep up, dear."
"I wonder how Sam did as he flew right over DFW and the planes are landing to the north." "These oak trees are pretty." "They sure are tall."
"Look out for that cat---a tiger in the long grass over there---don't dip too low."
"Look at that silly lady knitting in the lawn chair. Did you see her, Henry?"
"She had better close her mouth when looking up, as a flock of grackles are headed this way."
"Why don't the birds eat us, Francis?"
"Because God made us taste nasty to them, Sweetie."
"How do they find out?"
"Each bird probably has to find out the hard way; its best not to think about it."