As soon as the first one emerged, Sam said, “Let’s release them in Callaway Gardens.” It seemed like the perfect thing to do. We already knew we wanted to go away for a few days after Fudge was gone. It made the empty house on Sunday seem normal, since we often had to wait a day to pick him up from the vet. It was an illusion, of course, and we couldn’t go get him from anywhere yesterday. But going away for the weekend and setting the butterflies free gave us a lot of peace. It was a symbolic release, as well as a physical one.
However, it was NOT a particularly pictoral one. I had hoped for angelic pictures of the butterflies alighting on my children. No go. It was more like they all yelled FREEDOMMMMM and bolted for the skies. I got two hasty shots in before they were all gone. After they flitted off, I did, however, get one spectacular picture. I have no idea what’s going on with this guy’s wing. It was perfectly fine, and he (or she – even having viewed butterfly sex, I wouldn’t know girl from boy if they coated me with pheromones) flitted magically from flower to flower. I was lucky to get this shot in, and I didn’t think it had taken until I got home and examined the results on my camera. Anyway, we went around the butterfly gardens (indoor and out) and I got some more marvelous pictures, but they are for tomorrow’s post. For today, the house guests are gone, but we hope to invite more like them in the very near future.
Jessie Powell is the Jester Queen. She likes to tell you about her dog, her kids, her fiction, and her blog, but not necessarily in that order.