Monday, July 16, 2007
Our Sunday drive yesterday took us north to the area where my Mom grew up. This is the church where my parents were married and as a little girl I can remember going here with my grandparents. It was a nostalgic kind of Sunday drive.
When you walked through the tall grass and clover, tiny little orange butterflies would rise up in a cloud! They were so tiny and quick that even when Bob 'stirred' the grass, I couldn't really get them in a picture.
My favourite picture - but it was really hard to capture them with their wings open! As soon as they land, their wings fold up as they sip nectar from the flowers. I was finally successful!
Something about rocks and water just call a guy to throw skipping stones!
My favourite man!