There’s a Butterfly on my Milkweed


sung to the tune of “straighten up and fly right”

There’s a butterfly on my milkweed
There’s a butterfly on my milkweed
There’s a butterfly on my milkweed
Drink up baby and be on your way

Took all summer and into the fall
You must have been having a ball
Heading south before the frost
Hurry my friend and don’t get lost

There’s a butterfly on my milkweed
There’s a butterfly on my milkweed
There’s a butterfly on my milkweed
Drink up baby and be on your way

That flower’s been waiting for you
Wondering if you’d ever come through
So glad you stopped to get refueled
Come back again baby after winter’s cool

There’s a butterfly on my milkweed
There’s a butterfly on my milkweed
There’s a butterfly on my milkweed
Drink up baby and be on your way

We’ll be looking for you some fine spring day.

Autumn comes to Tejas

Finally, the weather has lightened up and Hell’s fury is spent. Rain would be sweet, but nary a drop dots the horizon. Walking and bike riding bring back so many memories, years in the saddle and on the hike and bike trail. My fall garden is in, giving much pleasure with tangy greens, red peppers, herbs and dwarf eggplants. I may be a flaneur, roaming the city, seeking to slake my aesthetic appetite, but it’s the bios that soothes my soul.