I spent most of the day Writing. At first, the porch was my office and then I retired to my office. After Jilda left for work, I took a break and meditated for 20 minutes. Meditation is refreshing.
At my next break, I stepped to the back deck to sip sweet tea and munch on parched Peanuts. Eating peanuts is a process.
The dogs know the drill. Samantha's dog gets on one side of me and Ol' Hook gets on the other. I eat one peanut, then I give one to each of the dogs. They will sit there patiently for hours.
Today while I cracked the shells from the peanuts, I watched what seemed like dozens of butterflies. They were across the fence in the field of zinnias, and on the flowers in the bed next to the deck.
At one point, a tiger swallowtail almost alighted on the rim of my glass of tea. Slowly pulling the camera from my pocket, I was close to snapping a picture but it fluttered off. I'm sure it was singing Na Na Na Boo Boo.
I had to settle for two small bees on a pink zinnias.
