Peacocks are for the birds.

As I sat in the middle of my driveway this afternoon with a can of aerosol spray adhesive and 3 shades of lake blue Martha Stewart super-duper-powder glitter making what I hope resembles peacock feathers for Sophy's Halloween costume (why couldn't she be something marketed at a major chain store?), I heard a gaggle of honkers that made me think we were under attack like the Alfred Hitchcock movie (ok, they were more CAW'ers, but stay with me.) I left my sparkley job in mid-spray to wander around the yard with my hands shielding the sun from my dainty skin. Sam starts jumping up and down and pointing to a V formation, er...gaggle...of Canadian geese heading south. It was a rather impressive sight. I'm very thankful Sophy didn't see them, or she would surely be requesting a last minute costume change o' plans. This mama can't make a Canadian goose costume. That much I know. I'll attempt to post pics of the costume when I finish it. It's actually a simple process, so I shouldn't complain.
While I sprayed and glittered, Sophy was in the garden chasing a very prolific crop of newly hatched butterflies that are in a frenzy of gorging on my late zinnia crop. You would think me a fibber if I told you how many butterflies we counted, and I might even wonder myself because there were so many flitting around that we couldn't be sure we didn't count the same one twice. At one point, I saw a spunky little butterfly chase a fat bumblebee off of a flower and come back to that flower to take a seat. It was pretty neat. There were so many of them that we were swatting at them. It was like a bizarre butterfly swarm, very cool. Still, I would hazard to guess that there at least 25+ (that's a very safe guess) painted ladies in our garden. Sleepy Orange, Southern Dogface, and Painted Ladies are a few of the ones we saw. Sophy thinks she saw a Gulf Fritallary, but I'm thinking not. In our old garden, we often saw Tiger Swallowtails, but we haven't seen any in this yard. I'm not sure what the reason for that is yet. Sophy and I are planning to borrow my daddy's tractor this fall and plow up a large section of our backyard to get the soil ready for a GIANT crop of zinnias (and by GIANT, I mean I think I'm going to sell them along with sunflowers and such), and then we'll see just what types of butters we can attract. Of course, how will I sell what I have to allow caterpillars to eat? Good question, and I'm gonna work that out between now and the time to plant!
Piano Girl just left, and Sam is playing with his new race car set that his Uncle gave him. Jack is watching his Michael Phelps DVD, and Sophy is still in the garden sitting on the bench staring at the flutterbies. I think I'll go attempt to cook supper, and then it's back to the peacock.