The top is a Honey Locust tree. All it's leaves are gone but the pods are hanging on. It was fun to photograph it because the wind would rattle the pods and it sounded like our rain stick. I brought some of the pods home and I was expecting them to be smooth but they were really velvety. John touched some, shook it and said "Ooh, are these maracas?!"
The bottom is our neighbors maple posted here in spring and the third one in Yellow and Blue.
Butterflies are known for their unusual life cycle that includes a spectacular metamorphosis from caterpillar to a colorful winged adult. They have an erratic yet graceful flight pattern that attracts attention when they pass. The Ancient Greek word for butterfly is psȳchē, which means soul. I particularly admire their symmetry and kaleidoscope of colors.