Growing up on a farm is like a dream to me. I remember waking up early in the mornings, before anyone else arose, and going butterfly hunting. A special place close to the house that was particularly fantastic for observing and capturing butterflies occurred in the mud by our well. This was an intriguing location butterflies came to drink in the early morning hours. I knew little about butterflies at the time, but I loved the Tiger Swallowtails and they were in abundance on the farm. I would catch the Tiger Swallowtails with a minnow net and keep them captive in a mason jar with holes in the lid, observe their beauty for a day, then let them loose the next morning. Besides butterfly hunting, I loved the stillness of the mornings and how foggy the corn fields looked just before dawn. Early mornings remain a favorite time for me. I like awaking several hours before dawn, going for a walk while it is still dark, then relaxing with my cup of coffee just before sunrise. The reason I enjoy this time is the quiet mornings bring a calmness to my soul that is linked to the remembrance of my childhood days on the farm. When I tiptoed through the house to get outside while everyone was still sleeping, I felt as though I was embarking on a mysterious adventure only to be experienced by me. In essence, the solitude of early mornings conveys a new awareness every day of God’s creation and the fact that in nature there are no mistakes.