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

  – Rabindranath Tagore

Summer in New England is precious, precisely because it is fleeting. Sometimes this translates into a crazy-busy approach to the days – we have to go to the beach! the mountains! the concert! the picnic!

Yesterday my Non-Urgent morning task was to watch the butterflies in the garden for ten minutes, which was enough to inspire curiosity and joy and fascination and wonder and awe.

In that ten minutes was forever.

Dear Honeybees, wherever you are today, I hope there is a butterfly to remind you that time is fleeting. And yet there’s time enough.