A week or so ago, a beautiful creature visited our garden. I’d never seen one like that before; fluttering to it’s hearts delight. But it kept dropping back to the ground for some reason. In my expe honest opinion, I thought it would die because, that’s usually how they act. I took pictures albeit blurry ones.

This morning, another visited; similar but not quite. It’s wings were two patterned - violet on black on top, monarch-like beneath. It was stuck in the mud trying to hop out of it when I had an idea…

But then she (because my mind refuses a he) didn’t move far away when I neared her. On closer look, I realized her wings were torn. I reached out to touch it and she could barely flutter away. It was tragic. I knew she was nearing death soon. I wanted to comfort her but didn’t know how, so I kept her company for a while. And then realized I must be terrifying her with my closeness. So I let her be.

Twenty minutes or so later, she stopped living. I named her Maeve, for the joyful spirit that was her.

And I take it back, Diggy was quite pretty for a dragonfly.