Looking much like an inmate in his striped coat, this Monarch caterpillar mindlessly munches away on some milkweed... but..
Hope for the Flowers by Trina Paulus
"One cannot consent to creep when one feels the impulse to soar." - Helen Keller
Divine creation can be seen painted on the canvas of a butterflies wing…© Kristen D’Angelo
Western Pygmy BluesTremendous beauty can be found in the tiniest of things… for who has ever thought to rival that of a butterfly’s wing.. ~K. D’Angelo
With a wingspan measuring just under a half of an inch (1.2-2 cm) the Western Pygmy-Blue (Brephidium exilis) is the smallest butterfly known in North America. Western Pygmy-Blues are not primarily blue in color, as their name suggests, but are instead varying shades of a lovely iridescent hue.
Western Pygmy-Blues typically have coppery brown/blue dorsal wings, which shade to a brown ventral wing showing white dashes.
Western Pygmies also have four black dots near the base of the ventral hindwings and flaunt an arc of black silvery metallic dots along their far edge. These butterflies are also typically narrow to broadly fringed. Adults enjoy a variety of flower nectar, while caterpillars feed on host plants such as Saltbush (Atriplex) from the Goosefoot Family (Chenopodiaceae).
This lovely poem was written and kindly shared with us by Mr. Phil Ellsworth. It was composed for Margaret Ellsworth, his beloved wife of 55 years, whom he recently lost. The beautiful prose is a telling of their chance or maybe not so chance (was it the Butterfly Effect?) meeting many years ago. The poem and their story is further reflected upon by Mr. Ellsworth in the account written below.
“I’ll tell you about the poem. I am a geologist so have had an interest in physics and have been interested in chaos and the butterfly effect. I met Margaret in Grand Junction in 1951 and then didn’t see her for over a year. Then by accident we met again while I was getting gas in Craig, Colorado, her home town, as I was traveling between Gillette, Wyoming, and Grand Junction. She was a nurse at the Craig hospital and had come off shift and gone to town on an errand. I believe that the state of the world at the instant of our meeting was due (in part, of course) to the flapping of some butterfly’s wings somewhere. How can I not have an affection for butterflies?” Phil Ellsworth
A most sincere thank you to Mr. Ellsworth for sharing this thought provoking and touching story with us. To read more about The Butterfly Effect click the following link…http://www.answers.com/topic/butterfly-effect-2
I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly dreaming I am a man. -Chuang Tzu
Take the day
Remember the glory that surrounds you
Behold colorful
Angels softly
fluttering
Watch with delight
while a butterfly’s beauty
Reflects in the
sparkle of
your eye
Know only grace
as she circles from above
Gently embracing
your heart
Soar peacefully with her
on the wings of the
Perfect love
that you are
What is a “Butterfly Day”? To me, this is a moment, spent out of time, lost, or shall I say found, 
in the splendors of nature. May I suggest that you take a day, go alone or bring a friend or two, hang out with the butterflies. Enjoy the treasures to be found all around you. From the flutter of a wing to the tiniest fragrant flower, take it all in and then let the beauty you experienced reflect back out from within you!
©2007 Kindly request permission to use poetry.
Thank you, Kristen