Yesterday I bicycled through gusty winds to Luther for a Homecoming Weekend department coffee. Before hanging out with colleagues and meeting English major alumni and savoring lemon bar after lemon bar after lemon bar, I wandered into the edible landscape garden next to Valders Hall of Science. Three monarch butterflies were flitting around, plunging their dark proboscides into every wide open blossom, like Ben Franklin in a Parisian brothel. Most enjoyable was how little notice they paid to the presence of me and my photo-making-machine.
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