Pure magic.
Absolute magic! Toes dug into the sand, I watched them flit and dance their way down the shoreline.
I turned small circles, seeing them everywhere and not knowing where to look first. Pure instinct guides them to Mexico, to a place they've never seen. Science and magic intertwined.
Furling and unfurling their wings, they held me in their thrall. Tiny creatures with a huge hold on me. I wanted to hold them, but just stood and stared. One volunteer's hourly count was over 600.
600 tiny scraps of magic dancing in the breeze!
Assateauge's wild yarrow offers them a seemingly unending banquet. Like the monarchs migrating each year, we head to the beach to watch their magic every Columbus Day Weekend. They never cease to delight.
Tucked in among them, these tiny guys flitted along for the ride. I'm not sure of their species, or even if they were moth or butterfly. I loved their markings..oh, those "eyes!"
Butterflies and family.
Steamed clams and crab in various forms.
Sitting on the beach, just talking for hours at a time.
Spirited debates at night.
No internet. No email.
Fudge, chocolate nonpareils, and salt water taffy.
Strolling the shops and galleries at night.
Life is good.
Oh how wonderful...to see such magic! Sounds like it was a fabulous, restful and colourful weekend!
Posted by: Sherry | October 13, 2009 at 10:08 PM
Wow - those winged creatures are so beautifully captured here, Paula. Magical !
Your weekend sounds perfect - a totally present time. And yes, life is so very good.
Big Love !
Posted by: kim mailhot | October 14, 2009 at 07:28 AM