The title of this blog post is a line I stole from poet Robert Frost, who probably saw many of the same butterfly species as I do now, while at his home in New Hampshire. His first published poem was about a butterfly.
This is a black swallowtail, spotted at the Basha Kill wetlands.
An eastern tiger swallowtail, also at the Basha Kill.
A black swallowtail enjoying the rose of sharon in out front yard.
You can see this black swallowtail had slightly broken wings, but managed to move around OK.
OK, yes, I posted in this in a previous post, but this monarch on a button bush is too pretty not to include here.