In a morning hour on the deck before the muggy day gets too hot, wings are dominant in my surroundings. Flies dive in to crawl on my chair or lap, a cloud of miniscule bugs dances like a tornado in the sun over a nearby rosebush, busy parents dart past to feed voracious nestlings, and in a puddle on the driveway a family of robins takes a splashing bath.
But just inches from my knees is a wondrous fluttering, or rather, a buzzing hum of wings. The tall spikes of the salvia in our planter (inspired by a design of Jason's) is a favorite with hummingbirds. I have just been too slow, and apparently too threatening with the camera to catch those airy visits for you.
But a couple yards off the flitting butterflies are less shy... or more persistent.
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