butterflies are free to fly, fly away

I stopped short as I headed out on my walk the other day with Mylo and Steve. Something caught my eye. It was a butterfly that had just alighted on the bush by the gate on my way out. It's wings were beautiful tones of brown, gold and yellow, but it's body had threads of teal green and deep blue. I had been studying the colors of silks for a project that Jodi and I are working on, and the color combinations were captivating, but the butterfly symbolism was seridipitous. The project is now formulated in my minds eye-wedding boxes-made from silk and sybolic of a beautiful fleeting creature.