Back in the Saddle

The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.

Rabindranath Tagore, Bengali author and poet, and Nobel laureate (1861–1941)

After a hiatus of almost two weeks, I was finally able to board the Stealth and make my way to the gym. The path is a familiar one, but its appearance has changed with burgeoning daisies whose beauty caused both myself and the Monarchs to pause a while.

The Michaelmas daisies may be considered weeds by most, but they're glorious beauties to me . . . and the Monarchs.