One October afternoon amidst the falling leaves a butterfly winged its way through our yard. My daughter caught it in her net on echinacea blossoms which had evaded the several frosts that have touched the yard. We looked it up in a field guide and learned it was an American Painted Lady. They apparently do not overwinter in Canada and are considered migratory. They also have a higher tolerance for the cold and are seen in the fall. We were very thrilled with its appearance and I decided to sketch it. I used pencil crayons for colour. ( the actual butterfly is at the top of the page.) Art is but a reflection of the soul of its maker and the butterfly speaks to the heart of God.
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