(Submitted by Lindy)
All of us remember those childhood summer days spent watching butterflies.
In my case, it was a Monarch landing on my fishing pole when I was 13 after my father died. Fluttering its wings, it remained there until I caught a fish. It was almost like it knew the pole should be calm, and then the fish would bite.
I have learned that sometimes we all need to calm ourselves, and then we see things more clearly.
My second defining moment with butterflies was looking at their wings through a telescope. Butterfly wings are a weave so intricate and precise that it rivals any art made by humans.
