My 07-25-25 postcard features a Western Tiger Swallowtail feeding at a mimosa blossom along Odlum Drive. It moved with a quiet grace, one of only three butterflies we’ve seen all summer. These sightings used to be common, almost expected, but now they feel like small miracles. Each one reminds me of what’s slipping away. The decline in butterflies isn’t just numbers; it’s the fading of everyday magic.
