A Tale of Two Meadows...

G'day! My name's Alice, and I'm a garden bunny. I feel hoppy, and if you'd like, I'll tell you a story. Do you have the ears to catch the buzz?

Yes! Brilliant. Let's leap into a tale of two meadows.

Our story is told from the wings of Malcom Butterfly, a master at the art of drinking flowers. When the warm sun stirs colors, and things begin to bloom, he sets out on a quest.

Others join him for delicious blossoms and fragrant folly.

Malcom doesn't know he's a butterfly, he just loves living and being in the light. 

He flits and flutters, stopping here and there to rest, keeping a keen eye for the perfect snack.

The first meadow Malcom stumbles on is full of flavors. Delighted by the bounty, he zooms in on a juicy purple thistle.

Bees busy themselves around him, squeezing in for a sip. His friends catch the buzz and head over to the beautiful flowers.

Malcom finds a perfect spot and takes a long, slow, deep drink from the decadent thistle.

When butterfly spirit dances with Nature's nectar, the moment sings in high vibrations. 

Malcom feels good. The day is lazy, and there's so much more to explore!

He casually makes his way to a neighboring meadow. Sunlight cascades over green hills, sprinkling prism rainbows on the scene. The butterfly stretches his wings and soars in.

There are plenty of flowers and lots of places to soak in the day. Malcom takes his time, landing on different colors and textures, filling up with love.

As the sun settles, Malcom's adventure comes to an end. A day in the life of a butterfly is part of Nature's blooming magic. With eyes to see and ears to hear, you can't miss it. 

Flutter away with Malcom Butterfly. Enjoy!

HOPPY SPRING!

In the mood for more natural magic?
Take a spooky stroll through an enchanted forest.

Fairday's Riddle: Suspenseful Lines...

Hello, Riddlers! Can you guess our theme this week? One of my favorite artists, and the master of mystery! 😉 ~ F

Guess or not who I may be. It doesn't matter much to me. To sort it out, here's a clue— if that's what you want to do. Mystery was in my blood. Dracula was not a dud. You'll find a graveyard at my house, and plenty cats to chase a mouse. When Balanchine's dancers leapt, New York City's where I slept. In Cape Cod, at an old Captain's pad, there's more suspense to be had.

Who am I? Stop by Wednesday for the answer. 

I gave you three clues!