Veronica was a kind, loving soul. She was a superb mother being. She was a nurturer, a wise advisor, a giving soul who took pity on others who were less fortunate. She was a keen observer and lover of the natural world as well.
Veronica saw nature the way I did, like a child, with eyes particularly pointed towards the softness of a flower, or the fluttering grace of a songbird's wings. She would be captivated by details and with childlike excitement, would burst into a massive smile as she'd notice an impossibly gorgeous flower, like the purple and pink fuchsia. What we shared and agreed on most were these simple things. So, when a short time ago, I came across an impossibly beautiful butterfly in my vegetable garden, I thought for a moment, it may or may not be the spirit of Veronica coming for a visit.
This winged lady was unlike any who visited lately, and more impressive than even a monarch. She fluttered about for an unprecedented 20 minutes, amidst my newly emerging vegetable seedlings, unafraid of human proximity. This lady seemed preoccupied in absorbing the vibrations from the earth. She pranced and pranced, and displayed no fear as I came closer with each camera shot to capture her delicate features.
