Teased By A Butterfly

I stopped by the koi pond earlier after I got the laundry in the dryers, and was mercilessly teased by a gorgeous bright orange monarch butterfly.  The coloring and markings on it were just perfect.  I think it was a relatively young one because I saw no tattered wings on it.   It darted all around, flitting from flower to flower, but never stopping long enough for me to get a pic of it with the iPhone.   At one point, it actually landed on my shoulder for a split second, and I swear laughed at me as I tried to snap the photo.  I think it was still laughing as it flew a perfect circle around me, then darted off.

I am sure anyone watching me was also laughing at the sight of me desperately trying to creep on that butterfly with my iPhone.  In the end, I could only smile and laugh myself as I watched that carefree butterfly teasing me.  I wonder, was it an offspring of that fuzzy soaked caterpillar I carefully removed from the pool one day, and put in the sun to dry.  Was this gorgeous bright orange butterfly that symbolizes beauty transformation, and rebirth teasing me to let me know it was grateful I saved it's ancestor? 

I never did get a photo of that teasing butterfly.  But, even without a pic, I will have the memory of that teasing butterfly for a long time. Sometimes the Photo Gods and Goddesses smile on me and let me capture moments like this through my camera lens.  Other times, I think the Word Gods and Goddesses decide I'm suppose to "capture" the moment through the art of writing.  And that's not a bad thing because it takes me back to my roots.  Back to that place where words were, and still are, a great undying passion of mine.  Back to that place where I first became Beyond Blonde.  

Perhaps that's why I could never get a photo of it.  It was there to remind me what I transformed into that long ago day when the editor of the newspaper, sat staring at my first column, and asked, "What in the blazes am I suppose to call this?"  I joking replied as I flounced out of the break room, "Call it Beyond Blonde."  And though I didn't realize it at the time, my transformation into BB had begun.