Yesterday at my parents’ house, the Eastern tiger swallowtail butterflies were having a convention. It seemed like every breeze carried in a few of these air-sailors. They were enjoying the phlox growing at the edges of the yard.
When I walked over to snap a few pictures, I discovered several smaller butterflies floating around like confetti.
I wish I’d been there a few nights earlier, when Dad had seen a luna moth. Someday.