Regina’s Picture This: Butterfly Bliss

Regina’s Picture This: Butterfly Bliss

The clock on my car reads 9:30 AM and the temperature edges close to 90 degrees – the heat and humidity level making it downright steamy outside. What am I doing here in this weather, I wonder, as I scan the bushes around me, seeing nothing but dozens of bees buzzing around the coneflowers and butterfly bush blossoms. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, a bright spot of orange appears and my heart starts to beat a little faster.