In that sweet meadow on the slope of Mt. Hermon in the HolyLand. Surrounded by billions of these tiny yellow blooms. The Israeli sun has our middle morning at a comfortable 84 Fahrenheit, and I am poised at these Copper butterflies. Lycaena thersamon, he on the left.
They’re near motionless for more than 1/2 of an hour.
Me? I’m shooting away. What am I thinking? Elvis Presley’s Love Me Tender: Love me tender, love me sweet, Never let me go, You have made my life complete, And I love you so . . .
We know that our minds flourish when we are out there, searching . . .