It had been a long time since my little town had no news of the butterflies.They had disappeared and there was no apparent cause.However, last year I saw them return, position themselves in my partium as if they had never flown with the word absence.
It was a little earlier when I decided to plant some flowers that I love, one of the subspecies of Margarita whose chant canvas consists of the simplicity of its appearance and its vibrant color.For 45 days I waited for the always miraculous act of the germination of the seeds, then another little for each flower to show its absolute splendor.And I thought I had only a few plants planted, suddenWithout being sophisticated, they endowed the flowers of a greater elegance: the attractiveness of the simple.
I think that, precisely that charm after the simplicity of the Margarita led, magically, the return of the winged friends.As soon as the first outbreaks opened a nervous flight, he appeared between the flowers and witnessed how beauty returned to beauty.
They arrived little by little, tiny, with white, yellow, black with spots, brown to honor the earth.They developed flights, competed with the bees for the domain, conquered each other, the flowers were promised, they muddled ...
Thus some snapshots of their shy guns arose on the well -arranged petals.And as subject to a hypnotic spell, the butterflies spent several minutes posing for the lens between the flowers or, simply, describing routes between them, kissing each color.
So, the enjoyment of my small cultivated space was really a complete experience.It is exquisite the time that passed between color and raptures of the flight.I stop to breathe, in La Paz that transmit the humble margaritas, to me and the butterflies.I feel a special connection.Margaritas can flood my peace and calm the same as happy and radiant energy optimism.That duality manifests the positive vibrates that, in any case, I perceive during the act of contemplation or with its care.By the way, they are very resistant odors that appreciate all the irrigation that are provided and enffamuo return their best and most radiant aspect.It is a very rewarding and enriching daily experience also to leave free thinking, fluttering with the prodigal butterflies, finding pleasure in that piece of wonder that is my flourished courtyard.I usually write or draw while looking at my flowers.How much fire can I even sing.
Whether to take inspiration or a break between home tasks, I come to have a time with me while accompanying me in their eloquent silence.
My garden, since then, is the little paradise of color ... And I still have no certainty of who returned my butterflies.Although, in reality, it doesn't matter, they are, they stay, it is enough for me while, the margaritas seem to smile in complicity.
I thank this community of #Hivegarden, for allowing this space to share the sensitive impression that moves me.Thanks for stopping in my post.
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