I've begun seeing monarch butterflies scooting around the yard this last week. It's something I always look for in late summer. To see a monarch swooping and dipping through the flowers on a sunny day puts me in mind of the way little girls will sometimes dance to invisible music - twirling and skipping in total abandon - as if no one was watching (and not giving a rip even if they were). It's pure, wholehearted joy on the wing, and for me, summer just wouldn't be the same without them.
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