My salad days,
When I was green in judgment: cold in blood . . . .
Shakespeare, Anthony and Cleopatra
So. Caterpillars and butterflies (and moths, can’t forget them). What was Mother Nature thinking when she decided to make beautiful flying creatures out of little crawly guys? Was she drunk? Was it just one of those days where she wasn’t quite sure what she wanted? Was she throwing a bone to future artists (“Oh, they’ll get a lot of mileage out of this imagery.”)? Whatever her reasons, she done good that day, because they really are rather magical, aren’t they?
Elmo in his salad days. Hey, c’mon, I had to.
Here’s a very short video of Elmo in action, defoliating the dill. Seriously, he was eating every single time I saw him. Guess it takes a lot of energy to completely transform yourself. I apologize for the blurriness of the video. It was a spur of the moment thing and apparently there isn’t a ‘macro’ option on my phone’s video recorder. Which shows a serious lack of foresight on Samsung’s part, if you ask me.
Now he’s quiet, busy doing his magician thing. And here at the Villa we remain on Butterfly Watch.