In my mind, I know that this is a Cabbage White Butterfly resting in my garden. I also know that the Cabbage White Butterfly can be quite a nuisance to farmers and gardeners. However, in my heart, since I was a child, I have always loved to see them fluttering about. Something about how their white wings danced in the sun made them seem mystical... like little angels. Again, as an adult, I know what they are but... the memory of my childhood always pulls at me when I see them, so briefly, fly in and then out of my life. And I can't help but think that, as a child, I correlated that brief existence to angels. As an adult, I know, all too well, the correlation between briefness and angels. Fourteen years ago, September 14th was the due date of a sweet baby that we lost too early. We have had more losses since but have always kept 9/14 as our "Angel Day". It is a day when we do something small, but special, and usually in our garden, in memory of our angels. This year we are planting some bulbs that we'll see in the spring. I'm not going to lie, I am hoping to see some white wings, dancing in the sun.