Bolero's Bliss Couriers

Bolero is one of the world's happiest melodies, in Western classical music, created by a composer named Maurice Ravel. This mesmerizing piece of music is a single melody repeated over and over for 17 minutes and can steal your heart and your soul from you whenever you listen to it. And when you wait for Bolero's postcards to arrive and alight on the ixora flowers, you will know why butterflies deserve to be called by this name.

You have to wait for Bolero's bliss couriers to come, and you can do this by pampering the squirrels who own the tulip tree by feeding fresh unsalted peanuts to them.  As you watch them eating up the peanuts, and they watch you nosily, suddenly the butterflies will arrive one by one. I found a black and white  print butterfly which always sat on tiny white flowers or green leaves.

Then came a bronze, crimson, dark blue one that chose the ixora flowers of yellow, red and orange shades. Then on one magical day I spotted the prettiest blue beauty shimmering between two Ixora flowers. The hardest to photograph is a very busy, very flighty glitter green butterfly, which never sits still even for a second. But on that day it rested for ten full minutes and I got it in the camera. There is one butterfly wearing white pearls on black lace which rests for long periods.

 

Butterflies which climb up to the tallest tree and then spread out their rainbow print dresses to dazzle you, are as haunting as Bolero, that scintillating melody which skips and wheedles its way all through your heart to soak it in bliss! The best gift they give you is  surprise!

They arrive out of nowhere, with no prior notice and suddenly shimmer and shine upon a green lotus leaf, a little white button flower and most often upon the Ixora which is a favourite haunt.

I have already spotted seven painted flying paris as they have danced straight out of the rainbow and you can too. Just don't forget the peanuts for the tulip tree helicopters to gain that extra bit of enchantment from looking straignt into the eye of one impish squirrel bold enough to ask you “what is your business  over here in our patch!”