Perhaps it is time for another butterfly…
When is it not time for a butterfly? 🙂
I do not know what type this little fellow is. As you can see, he (or she) is quite small, barely larger than the blade of grass on which he perched.
He holds his wings proudly, yet humbly, allowing the light to shine through them. Without the light, he would be nothing. In the light, divine Beauty is revealed.
All glory to the One who made us.
(P.S. Thanks to all who responded to my survey. I will continue to maintain this as a separate blog. And not concern myself with page views. Look when you wish. Or not.)