A Papilio rutulus was philandering with flowers when I got home this afternoon. Mr. P was so preoccupied that I was able to get close enough with my phone to get some detail. Commonly known as the Western Tiger Swallowtail, Papilio rutulus is a swallowtail butterfly belonging to the Papilionidae family.
We can bloom in our corner
No one to tell us what to do
No one to tell us what not to do
No one to tell us where to be
No one to tell us where not to be
No one to tell us how to look
No one to tell us how not to look
No on to tell us how to think
No on to tell us how not to think
No one to tell us anything
No one not to tell us anything
We can dream of what we want to do
We can dream of what we don’t want to do
We can dream of what we want to be
We can dream of what we don’t want to be
We can dream of how we want to look
We can dream of how we don’t want to look
We can dream of how we want to think
We can dream of how we don’t want to think
We can dream of anything
We can not dream of anything
We can ponder what we want to do
We can ponder what we don’t want to do
We can ponder what we want to be
We can ponder what we don’t want to be
We can ponder how we want to look
We can ponder how we don’t want to look
We can ponder how we want to think
We can ponder how we don’t want to think
We can ponder anything
We can not ponder anything
We are beautiful blooming in our corner
Our cosmos have started to bloom, and the roses are putting on another round of blooms. The little white and green flowers in the second and third set of photos below are a wildflower that busts open like fireworks. It reminds me of dill, and the wasps and butterflies love it.
With it 100º F (37.8º C) at our house, we hopped in the Mazda Miata MX-5, put the top down and headed for the hills — well Sandia Crest at 11,000 feet (3352.8 meters) above sea level. The drive to the top was a blast as the MX-5 hugged the corners well above the posted speed limit. We could see the clouds swirling above us, and hear the birds singing with the top down, as rounded one hairpin turn after another on our way to the top. Once at the top of the Crest, the temperature was 55º F (12.8º C) with drizzling rain and cold wind. Quite a contrast from the sunny, hot valley below. We walked around on the mountain top and noticed there were lots of wild flowers blooming.
More bees, a dragonfly and damselfly at http://photos.tandlphotos.com/blog/2016/7/all-the-buzz
Off Center & Not Even 