...but not of the woe-is-me kind. Thank God! These pale common blue butterflies have fascinated me for quite a while. They may not be the blue-blooded members of the order Lepidoptera but they're lovely in pale or dusky blue. When the wings are at rest you only see the grey intricate patterns on a white background. There's more of grey, though. And difficult to photograph too, because they fly fast and when they settle on the ground, or leaf, or bloom, it's only for a short while. There are so many kinds of garden spiders and I'd taken a photo of this one the moment I'd seen it. Little did I realise that a few days later I'd see this one pretty blue butterfly in its clutches. I gently pulled it away from the spider thinking I could save it...I realised later it was a mistake and I shouldn't have done that. I deprived the spider of its meal and did not save the butterfly either. Placing it on a leaf I clicked once and as soon as I was done, a gust of wind blew it away into the midst of that clump of salvia. Among the common blue variety there are so many similar-looking ones. This one does resemble, to a certain extent, the Pale Grass Blue Zizeeria maha. Among this species, the male is said to be a lighter shade of blue than the female's duskier one.
With so many winged visitors I thought I'd concentrate on them now. What a pleasure it is to be outside anticipating which charmer with wings all a-flutter will say to me, "Come, follow me!"
Glory be to God for dappled things- For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings; Landscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow, and plough; And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him. Gerard Manley Hopkins
The first flowering shrub I planted on our land
Every flower is a soul blooming in Nature.-Gerard De Nerval
Shall I not have intelligence with the earth? Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself? -Henry David Thoreau