Maybe I just notice butterflies more later in summer. August is usually butterfly month for me. That's when the tall wildflowers push their stalks above the brush and serve the fluttering things, whether butterfly, bee or even a hummingbird juicing up for the long journey south. This has been a rainy June – and it was a wet and flooding spring – and I’ve never seen wildflowers so prolific. Every succeeding wave of blooms since March has seemed to me the crop of my lifetime