I dreamed I was a butterfly, flitting around in the sky; then I awoke. Now I wonder: Am I a man who dreamt of being a butterfly, or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man? – Zhuangzi
Until this year I hardly ever saw a butterfly out in the “wild.” But, this Spring has been great. I’ve seen and been able to photograph so many butterflies, including the one above, outside and not in a butterfly house. Which is great, although don’t get me wrong, I love a good butterfly house, but something about them being free makes me happier.
Until tomorrow, LAF
Have Teacup Will Travel 
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