Saturday, August 18, 2012

DOUBLE GOLD


Gold upon gold…a double treasure! That's what I thought when I chanced upon this common sulphur butterfly nectaring on a bright-yellow bloom—the little vignette being played out amid a glowing golden swath of coreopsis in a ragged prairie patch up the road. 

Framing the scene through the camera's viewfinder, I felt suddenly uplifted, delighted, and couldn't surpress a buoyant grin. I might even have chuckled aloud. Maybe I'm just too easy, too childish; or else a bit weird. But it's stuff like this can set my mood and simply make my day. Just a yellow-gold butterfly feeding on a golden-yellow bloom and I feel joyous, rich, blessed! 

Now really, what more could anyone desire from a summer morning's ramble?

8 comments:

The Weaver of Grass said...

I honestly think, Grizz, that yellow is the most uplifting colour. I love this picture - it needs blowing up large and putting on the wall for all those dark winter days ahead.

Gail said...

HI GRIZZ - it is your beautiful child-like innocence delighting in the simplest of nature's blessings that I so admire. I too am renewed and filled with hope and promise and a 'giddy-like joy by the sound of the bull frog or the rustling of the wind, a storm sky, and a gentle snow, the scent of the flowers and the brilliance of color that always thrills me - great picture - beautiful post.
Love Gail
peace.....

Grizz………… said...

Weaver…

Color definitely has an influence on mood. The little scene and all the goldens and yellows just dazzled me when I framed it through the viewfinder—and did seem instantly, delightfully cheery. I do like good strong yellows and golds in certain rooms…though I don't care for anemic, washed-out, pale yellows or too-brownish golds. But overall, there's generally a positive reaction to yellow, I expect—yet not in the exciting, nervous amped-up energy way of red. I may, indeed, have a print made and then frame it—just because I like it the bold color.

Grizz………… said...

Gail…

A long, long time ago I came to realize I would never "grow up" in the ways my friends and contemporaries seemed to be doing. Whether that makes me child-like or childish is probably open to debate—at least in some quarters. But the truth is, so much of what really matters to other people matters not the least to me…and yet I find myself caring about stuff they wouldn't give a second glance or thought, and being deeply moved by the ordinary, simple pleasures of the everyday. Which makes me pretty useless in a lot of ways. Incorrigible, too. If I couldn't write for a living, I'd probably be living under a bridge…

Jayne said...

It's like all the planets and stars aligning! Perfect shot of yellow glory!!

Grizz………… said...

Jayne…

Welllll…don't think I'd go THAT far—but it was pretty neat. But you know what makes it? The fringed rose-pink trim on the clouded sulphur's wings which perfectly compliment the burgundy of those out-of-focus weed stems.

Ya'know, maybe those stars and planets did align a little bit.…

Robin said...

This is probably one of the hardest times of my life... and yet....

Wandering the front of the garden center for the first time this morning to see what needed to be done... which was secondary because I had some heavy thinking going on... something caught my eye and vanished above the roofline. I searched, eyes ever upward... and then he dove down, this Monarch and I urged him forward, aloud.

Urged him over the prickly Pines and past the confused Rhodo's who only want to sleep this time of year. Dissuaded him from the Bushes Burning and told him as he hovered over the raised bed that just a flutter to the left would take him home.

And with that, he landed on the bloom of a Butterfly bush; one of four that I will not clearance out until the very, very last moment, and are pruned by all of us so that they bloom and bloom and bloom... just for him.

And my heart sang that he found it, and for several moments, I forgot.

Grizz………… said...

Robin…

Don't know what you're facing and having to deal with, but I will tell you…what you experienced with that monarch is one of moments you need to seek out, notice, and take in as often as possible right now. Not because they necessarily mean something beyond the obvious and superficial, but because they pull you back, ground you; they focus your mind into the natural, the elemental, the here and now. You divert from all the inward, the what ifs and what to dos. These little asides are like rest stops from that part of life that's trying to chase you down. And they give you a span without the internal stress, a moment to heal, even if only slightly, to gain perspective—like freespooling on a bike. You recognize this yourself: "for several moments, I forgot."

For as long as men have documented the way they worked through problems, time and again they've recounted how they found a moment to focus on nature and the natural world—and so many times, that brief respite has provided not only comfort, but strength, healing, understanding, an avenue of escape or defense or solution. Their impact can truly be enormous. That's all that's kept me sane and going sometimes; where I've found direction and courage…and realized when to fold and move on.

You know I'll listen to anything, right? Write me if you want to talk. I'll help any way I can.