In the thoughts of this resting man, the passionate pleasures of childhood---the stimulating pleasure of catching butterflies on a summer day on a flowerbed in bloom or on a windless, misty meadow where hot air trembled in waves of light---rose. Heavy eyelids slowly closed over the tired gaze of this dreamer. His dreams were racing through the suffocating pleasure of catching butterflies on the meadows or hills of his hometown, and the abyss of distant memories opened, and the long-forgotten longing of his childhood---to see the Apollo butterfly----surprised the sleeper. The object of his longing, with its red dots on a snow-white background, rose in the form of a beautiful butterfly king in the boy's longing. And from the past, another strange and lovely melody approached, familiar and soft. Above the dreamy thoughts of this wanderer, the blue sky of his childhood rose brightly and softly. Apollo Butterfly : Hermann Hesse, 1901
Evide ente maathram maathram maathram maathram maathram kalla kalla kalla kannan ente punnaara muthu ente ponnin katta mmm enthe ingane pinangikondirukkunnathu parayoo kalla kurumbaaa mmm veruthe veruthe veruthe alle mmmmmmmmmmm umma❣️
This is awesome, give yourself a break from true crime, and turn it down a notch.. with NATURE!! How BEAUTIFUL is the butterfly 🦋🌹🦋🌹🦋
Wholeheartedly second this!! ❤❤
*I enjoyed this SO MUCH❣️🤍🧡❤️💛*
In the thoughts of this resting man, the passionate pleasures of childhood---the stimulating pleasure of catching butterflies on a summer day on a flowerbed in bloom or on a windless, misty meadow where hot air trembled in waves of light---rose. Heavy eyelids slowly closed over the tired gaze of this dreamer. His dreams were racing through the suffocating pleasure of catching butterflies on the meadows or hills of his hometown, and the abyss of distant memories opened, and the long-forgotten longing of his childhood---to see the Apollo butterfly----surprised the sleeper. The object of his longing, with its red dots on a snow-white background, rose in the form of a beautiful butterfly king in the boy's longing. And from the past, another strange and lovely melody approached, familiar and soft. Above the dreamy thoughts of this wanderer, the blue sky of his childhood rose brightly and softly.
Apollo Butterfly : Hermann Hesse, 1901
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😘😘😘🌎🌎🌎🌎
Butterflies, other like insects are extensions of flowers sounds of birds are added dimensions to the glow of the set , Eden day 7 has arrived.
Evide ente maathram maathram maathram maathram maathram kalla kalla kalla kannan ente punnaara muthu ente ponnin katta mmm enthe ingane pinangikondirukkunnathu parayoo kalla kurumbaaa mmm veruthe veruthe veruthe alle mmmmmmmmmmm umma❣️
Did the editors give the red admiral at 45:15 a straw sucking sound when it drank from the plum or- 😂😭💀
does these critters eat that fast in real life or guys just speed up the camera