Oct 182013
A Crimson Rose is not a rose but a Butterfly

A Butterfly called Crimson Rose I still remember  running after a Crimson Rose in the school garden and missing the recess bell. I never caught the butterfly and when I reached my classroom, I was late and the angry teacher asked me to go and stand outside Principle’s office. For me it was a blessing, as I just went back to the garden and started my chase again. If like me you too wonder where all the butterflies have gone, then blame the pesticides used in whatever sorry patches of scrubby greens are left in cities in name of [Continue Reading By Clicking Here…]