Lying in the giant shadows of the much smaller butterflies, breathing the fragrance of the fuchsia fans waving from among the fronds of the mimosa. The sun sparkles through when the breeze makes room.
This is my favorite tree. I had one in my yard growing up. It was “home base” for wiffleball and we used to “cook” with the leaves, seed pods and mud. And it just smells so good.
Yesterday I was on my deck watching the butterflies from there and the thought crossed my mind that I wished I was lying under that tree. So I did. The tree was comforting, protecting me from the heat of the sun and the butterfly shadows soothed my soul and understood how I felt in that moment.