
"Wherever you walk, cool glades shall fan the glade.
Trees, where you sit, shall crowd into a shade:
Wherever you tread, the blushing flowers shall rise,
and all things flourish where you turn your eyes."-Alexander Pope

My mother, Ruth, had favorite things she loved. Among those things were butterflies. Now that she is gone I feel comforted every time I see a butterfly. They remind me of her joyfulness, her humour and her independent spirit.