In the meadow little butterflies drift along.
In the meadow the wildflowers are caressed by a gentle breeze.
In the meadow the air is filled with bird song.
In the meadow little treasures can be found.
In the meadow serenity can be found.
In the meadow your true self can be found.
Such a beautiful butterfly too..! ❤
I love that butterfly ! Chased it around to finally get the right capture. Of course, I was on tick alert. 😦
gotta be super careful with tick’s, one bite is all it takes 😦
You have no idea..imagine, no more steak for me. 😦 Damn ticks!
worse is the summer, the number of bugs out there tripled :O
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Thank you so much for sharing this with your readers.
Love the daisies and the butterfly photo is special…Such a wonderful way to end my Thursday evening.
Truly my pleasure to share these visions with you Charlie. Hope all is well with you on the west coast.
lovely thoughts to go with lovely photos!
Truly appreciate your kind comment. Thank you so much!
Lovely poem and magnificent photos!
Thank you so much Fatima. Every once in a while the poet comes out in me. 🙂
Love the photo and the poem accompanying!
Thank you for your kind comment Hayley. Truly a pleasure to share.
Meadows bring out the poetry in everyone I think. So inspiring a place. You found some really beautiful images.
You did put a smile on my face with this one. Indeed, something rather Victorian about it isn’t it? Get bored waiting for a bird, and the smallest things catch your eye. 🙂
Nice poem and beautiful butterfly!
You are too kind. Thank you so much ! The butterfly is called a Great Spangled Fritillary