BUTTERFLIES AND 'FLUTTERBYS'

This morning, as the sun was beginning to show its dominance, I was sitting in my "relaxing" chair under the peach tree. To supplement my breakfast, I had just picked a nice peach off the tree, and was enjoying its natural sweetness. With the warmth of the sun, the outdoor life was stirring. Birds were calling to friends, a Juvenile Red Headed Woodpecker was enjoying a fresh peach, and a rooster from far off was crowing.

Then, I saw a beautiful butterfly staggering through the air. Was it because it had too much fermented nectar, or is It a butterfly's way of checking out the flowers in the neighborhood'? I have often wondered why these wonderful insects are not called "flutterbys." After all, the name "butterfly" would only have to have three letters rearranged. And, "flutterby" would more accurately describe them as they flutter on by. Oh well, let's let them keep the original name.

It is nice and soothing to have a favorite place where I can relax with nature, and appreciate my place in life. A few minutes spent under my peach tree prepares me to handle whatever confronts me the rest of the day.

The above essay appeared in the Jackson USA Signal under the wrong name Aug. 29. Bob Deneke of Jackson is the author.