NaBloPoMo and Memories

It is National Blog Posting Month again, during which one endeavours to post something every day - this can be a writing exercise, a means of penance or a sign of the beginnings of dementia. I tried this 2 years ago, and it is harder than it seems at first. Now I will try again!

On to a different subject. It is butterfly season here - people keep mentioning them. There are so many little white and yellow ones that they seem to coat the bushes and roadsides. It happens every year and reminds me of the time when we first moved in to our house.

Our house was a vacation rental for a while, until Hurricane Luis came along and ravaged it, tearing away the roof and various other pieces. When we moved in, we found the guest book that some vacationers had written in. I have always loved looking at it, as it reminds me of the excitement of being here for the first time. One writer mentioned all the butterflies and I thought it was just a romantic gesture - I didn't see scads of butterflies around. Later on in the year, however, they infested our yard like living confetti and I finally understood.

The first guestbook entry, from 1991.



I have no idea what this means but I like it.





This is the last guestbook entry, from June 1995.