Poor Will's Almanack: July 16 - 22, 2019

There’s night and day, brother, both sweet things , writes George Borrow in a passage from his novel, Lavengro. There’s sun, moon, and stars, brother, all sweet things…. Life is very sweet, brother; who would wish to die? In my notes for this week of the year, I find myself in the middle of butterflies, days of color and nectar, drifting and soaring. These days, I can see were the sweetest. I remember one year four yellow and black tiger swallowtails all together a on deep purple butterfly bush.and then a zebra swallowtail, white and black, jointed them, Then landing on my sleeve a red admiral butterfly - black wings with red-orange bands, white polka dots, and, and it rested and its wing opened and closed like breathing, and I felt rich and honored. Cabbage white butterflies were always playing in the flowers. So many mornings, tiny golden foldwing skippers raced erratically back and forth near the back trees. Sometimes even monarchs graced the dahlias. It was the time that wild black