This afternoon I trekked to my neighborhood’s GINORMOUS garden center with a very specific mission in mind:to take pictures of butterflies. I didn’t care about the type nor the color of butterfly, I just needed one of them to hold still long enough to take a few pictures.

Turns out they are sadistic little suckers who have attention spans of preschoolers. I spent a better part of a hour, dodging mud puddles, chasing them around, as they haphazardly flitted from flower to flower.

“Psssssst….” An amused onlooker finally hissed at me through a sea of orange and yellow flowers. “There is a butterfly right here.”

Mission accomplished. A beautiful yellow butterfly was tucked amongst the flowers. And unlike his flappy-winged counterparts, he allowed me to take as many pictures of him as I wanted.

Now, I am sure you are thinking that chasing butterflies…