Almost forgot to show you what these yellow butterflies look like. They came out super early and made me really happy. I was thinking it was still too cold, since the mallards, who are winter birds, are still here, warm-weather living things wouldn't be making their appearance yet.
But last week, I saw my first yellow butterflies!
Last year, I'd tried my hand at acrylic painting and drawn my first butterfly. But when I painted the background, I got the shade wrong. Instead of a softer salmon-like hue for a background for a yellow insect, I mistakenly used a bright orange, so decided to do the butterfly in a neutral white after all--yellow would "fight" the loud orange and make the eyes hurt.
But when I went back to the park, it seemed the yellow butterfly was disappointed with the news, uncharacteristically came fluttering really close, so close I could almost touch him--only dragonflies let me get that close--as if to say, "There: NOW can you paint me, and paint me as I really am: YELLOW?"
I had to work into the night to do it, but he seemed happy when I showed it to him the next day.
Aren't you glad God accepts us as we really are...even if we ARE YELLER? Yeah, I know that means something a little different.
