In my next life, I’m going to attempt to come back as a butterfly.
Caterpillars get to eat and eat and eat, then sleep and sleep and sleep until finally they awaken, flit from plant to plant, hang around with no emotional attachments, eat from flowers, copulate and lay eggs. Their sole purpose is to BE, and while Being if things happen to be pollinated, then BOUYAH!
This photo was taken by me, the butterfly in shot wouldn’t sit still, there were far too many flowers to stick his proboscis in and so it’s just ever so slightly blurred. In the background, a lilac sheet wafts on the line providing a natural, soft backdrop. At this time of year every second photo seems to be a butterfly, but I for one miss them when they become little eggs, waiting to hatch next year.