Natural Designs Studio

Years ago, I filled a container with Butterfly Weed and took it to my work place.  When the boss arrived, he asked if I would gather a bouquet for his wife that he could take home and give to her that evening. I relished getting out of the office and being paid to gather flowers.

Every summer I look for the bright orange Butterfly Weed and found it today growing in the middle of a hay field. Although very hardy, it has not had success in my garden.   I mistake it for a weed and yank it out before it has a 
chance to bloom.

These little butterflies were slowly opening and closing their wings by the roadside.  I began to see them everywhere. There must have been one hundred on the 'White Lace Vine'.

This little guy was making his whirling sounds in the hot sun next to the fence post.

                                     Sammy Squirrel was gathering his winter supply of walnuts.

                                             Turkey buzzards were drying their wings for flight.

                                             Porky pig was making the most of another hot day.