Fragments From Floyd

The butterfly bush we planted outside my "office" window three years ago is so tall now that all I see, when I pause empty-minded and gaze across the yard toward the barn, is bush. From the time the sun first dries their wings in the morning 'til the dew begins to fall and make them heavy, searching for shelter in the late afternoon, they chase each other back and forth in my visible space between window and bush, back and forth like the Keystone Cops--pipevine, spicebush and tiger swallowtails, and a few very worn-looking frittilaries, ancient by now in butterfly years.

Most of the blossoms on this bush are high overhead, so this year, I will mostly catch pictures of butterfly undercarriage or silhouettes in flight against the sky.

How many butterfly pictures are enough, anyway? Does anybody know?