Skippers differ from the true butterflies in their proportionately larger bodies, smaller wings, and hooked antennae, among many other structural differences, and can be confused with the moths. These smallish butterflies earns their common Skippers name for their jerky, skipping flight as they wing their erratic way from flower to flower.
My words rained over you, stroking you. A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body. I go so far as to think that you own the universe. I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses. I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
Spring is when you feel warm sunlight on your skin, listen to the wind and birds chattering. It is the most relaxing and happiest time of the year. When you have spent last 8 years in Florida, where four seasons are warm, medium hot, super-hot and sizzling hurricane-season, you become more appreciative of “normal” four seasons. I am not going to hide it from you; I am excited to be back in the climate where I have all gorgeous and necessary periods of the year. Hot summer, gold autumn. Especially spring, when every tree and flower waking up from white and sparkle winter. This period of the year when trees that look ugly and plain during the winter, blooms in the most beautiful and amazing way.
My lovely little Berry. I simply adore her. The reason I gave her that name is that she is cute, sweet, friendly, naïve, and younger than other our-backyard-living chipmunks. She is one tiny chipmunk who sneaked into my kitchen one day and stole few nuts while I was taking pictures of Nutsee. At that time, I was not sure, if it is boy or girl, or if this little creature lives on our property. In the beginning of the spring, my oldest son found Berry’s’ burrow right by our front door. After observing this new chipmunk for a few days, I have realized that it was the tiny thief that I saw last autumn, a bit grown up; and it is a girl. Well, you know… she has no balls!