soliloquies in the outdoors
Perhaps no one enjoys basking in the sun more than butterflies … there’s that moment, it seems, when the momentariness of their adult life, or the fear of myriad predators queuing up for a morsel, is all forgotten as they spread the wings out over a perch, wallowing in an infinite warmth of the sun …
Lepidoptera, the order of insects comprising butterflies and moths, are a strange lot… not only do their physical forms metamorphose rather unrecognizably from birth to adulthood, interestingly, so does their relationship with us… the adult being an avid pollinator but the caterpillar might be an agricultural pest, although some weave silk too… ‘twas the Chinese …
the wasp is villainous and the butterfly saintly… first impressions that hold true if one takes the black-and-white approach, but wander into the realms of grey, as natural processes often tend to do, and there is hardly any good or bad, seldom anything unconvoluted, and never anyone invincible… the immensity of these microcosms can be …