I had a visit from a butterfly.
I was standing with my neighbors at the juncture of our three yards on a wonderful afternoon. The heat wave had broken, the sun was shining, the sky was deep blue with fluffy white clouds, flowers were blooming. In other words, perfect weather to be standing outside for a good neighborly, gossip.
I don't remember what the topic was, but I happened to catch a glimpse of something on the grass near my feet. Looking down, I saw a yellow swallowtail butterfly. It was walking across the grass straight for my toes. What happened next still makes me smile with wonder.
Upon encountering my feet, the butterfly just calmy walked right up on my bare toes. Yes, butterfly feet tickle. A lot. But I stood firm. This was too good to pass up by being ticklish. It stood there for a few minutes, probiscus furling and unfurling, then turned around and climbed up my pant leg. My neighbors were as awed as I was. I reached down my hand, the probiscus came out to touch my fingers, and the butterfly walked right up onto my hand. I felt so blessed. I stood in my yard on a wonderful afternoon holding a butterfly in my hand. It was beautiful, yellow and black with one bright blue spot on the rear portion of each wing. How cool is that.