I happened to look out the front door this morning just as a yellow wing descended onto a purple coneflower. It settled there, moving now and then -- as though a fluttering butterfly.
It was a small, yellow maple leaf, which had fallen from one of our trees. The morning was misty-white ... and drops kept falling from the leaves high above, hitting the small leaf that had landed among the echinacea blooms ... making it seem to flutter.
When I looked closer, I saw the leaf's stem had inserted itself into the spiny center of the coneflower -- just like the proboscis of a butterfly.