Early this morning, Tall Husband found a Monarch Butterfly on the sidewalk. When he bent down to determine if the butterfly were alive, the beautiful insect feebly crawled onto his hand and clung for dear life. That's when Tall Husband called me into the garden.
After a few photos, Tall Husband told me he thought the butterfly was dying. "No! Please put him on the Honeysuckle," I asked. Tall Husband placed his hand near some Honeysuckle blossoms and the Monarch immediately transferred himself to the blossoms. After a moment, he spread his wings and flew high above the Morning-Glory covered fence and disappeared from sight.