Lunch With the Butterflies

Retired Ruth

I had lunch with the butterflies again today.  There was a feeling of autumn in the air, with warm sunshine and a cool breeze.  This post was first published in 2012…. Hope you had lunch with someone or something you love!

Yesterday was one of those days when weather changes seemed imminent.   There had been some cool nights and warm days.   My house was colder inside than the temperature was outside.   Too soon to turn on the furnace, though.

I decided to have lunch on the patio.  Just me.   No one else around but it was a perfect day and the sun was shining and I wanted to feel that sunshine warm me up.

I fixed a plate and sat down at the picnic table.

I wasn’t alone for long.   Several butterflies joined me.  It was nice just to see them explore the patio…

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About Life in the 50's and beyond...

Welcome to Life in the 50's and 60's and beyond .... where I write about my childhood memories, music of the 60's and about life in the country. I am a mother, grandmother, farmer's wife, business owner, and retired teacher.
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2 Responses to Lunch With the Butterflies

  1. Sandairy says:

    I am pretty excited to know a writer! Your work is wonderful.

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  2. Sandairy says:

    Catching up on your writings is my “staring out the window” break. Clair takes power naps, too…only in the house…I tiptoe around and do silent chores until he’s up, oops! I invariably drop something or trip or make a noise and I feel guilty to have broken his nap….

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