"She's like the swallow that flies so high,
She's like the river that never runs dry,
She's like the sun that shines on the lee shore..."
Newfoundland folk song
SHE'S LIKE THE SWALLOWTiger swallowtail butterfly in the garden, this morning, along with pearl crescent, skippers and cabbage whites. The latter proved too quick for my digital Olympus. I shall have to set up the Nikon on a tripod if I want to catch them at lunch.
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