"The hills are alive …"
Julie Andrews singing ‘The hills are alive …’ runs through my mind when I walk in the prairie. My prairie is alive – not so much with the sound of music, but with a myriad of butterflies and dragon flies (or damsel flies, if I knew the difference!) and bees and flies.
I am not fast enough with my camera to catch them all, but here are a few.
Maybe someday I’ll know their names, but for now I just enjoy these flitting visitors. From flies …
… to grasshoppers.
The prairie brings them in.