About an hour ago I was down in the garden emptying the compost bucket and fetching a jalapeno pepper for dinner when a lovely butterfly landed on my shirt. It just clung there for several minutes, resting, and giving me a moment of beauty. I think it was a painted lady looking quite a bit like this photo and just about that close.
Last weekend our town hosted a balloon festival, touted as the largest hot air balloon festival in the country in the summer. I don’t know if that’s true, but it is quite large and us residents have to be aware of not driving that way lest we get caught up in the horrible traffic. The prevailing winds here usually make the balloons go in the opposite direction to our house, but this year was a lucky year and they came this way. Here are some pictures I took, abandoning our dinner and running outside: