Yesterday evening, I was passing by my herb garden, when I noticed several beautiful butterflies fluttering around my zinnias. I ran inside to get my camera, and took lots of pictures of them. Here are two of the best ones.
You crown the year with your goodness,
and your paths drip with abundance.
They drop on the pastures of the wilderness.
And the little hills rejoice on every side.
The pastures are clothed with flocks;
The valleys also are covered with grain;
They shout for joy, they also sing.