So there I was, letting my dog out front to do his morning business, and I kept seeing little flickers of color on the ground. As I looked closer, I was captivated by these little creatures. They looked like butterflies, but also like moths . . . When they flew to the next flower, their wings moved so quickly that it looked like a blur of orange in motion.
This will be added to my “one thousand gifts” list. I searched online to try to find out what exactly it was, but couldn’t. Then I realized that it doesn’t really matter.
Sometimes we just need to slow down and enjoy the gifts Papa gives us, no matter how small. Even if we aren’t quite sure what they are.
I know every bird in the mountains, and the insects in the fields are mine.