"Baby you can drive my car, yes I'm going to be a star. Baby you can drive my car, and maybe I'll love you." The popular Lennon and McCartney song, it has been suggested, might actually have a slightly less innocent reference than that of transportation. However, while that might appeal to our base instincts, there's no doubt that in this busy, chaotic getting from here to there, whether by automobile or other means, is also super important. My husband loves his cars. He's never had to have the flashiest; quite the contrary really. The newest vehicle in his fleet is over ten years old while the most revered is a lovingly restored example of 1967 Mopar muscle. But he has always ensured that besides that classic Coronet, driven only in summer on momentous occasions or to special events, we have one for him, one for me and often even a spare parked in the driveway. Though a third one for everyday use might seem excessive, the practice has proven its wo
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They are not just one more welcome summer visitor. They are also symbolic to many, offering a connection that is both spiritual and life-affirming. With their presence comes an affirmation of hope and comfort. The suggestion of butterflies as a representation of life and resurrection first was presented to me following the passing of a young friend just over a decade ago. It was a day after the service when her aunt while working in her garden, looked up to see dozens of pretty butterflies fluttering around her, filling the yard with colour and energy. She was immediately soothed by their beauty and the message of hope that is attached to them. A friend too had had a unique experience with butterflies recently — their appearance over the past several days not just sudden, but abundant. Fabulous Monarchs were finding her, not just while she tended her gardens, but also in quiet moments of respite or during rejuvenating walks. Each time she was captivated by their actions.