The monarchs were very active outside my window today. I’m surprised they haven’t already left. Last year, at the end of August, an endless stream of butterflies passed us while we swam at the Southampton beach. Only since have I learned that they follow the Lake Huron shoreline to get south.
”And I got sick. It wasn’t the practices, I don’t think, it was the feeling that the great, deadly, pointing forefinger of society was pointing at me–and the great voice of millions chanting, ‘Shame. Shame. Shame.’ It’s society’s way of dealing with someone different.” – Dale Harding, Bull Goose Loony