This morning I spent quite a few hours in the garden with the company of the orange barred sulphur butterfly.

I have made it to the far section of the garden where my candlestick cassia plant is located, a favorite of the sulphur, with my stone pathway.

She kept fluttering in, flying high and low, close and far away from me. I lost count of how many eggs this sulphur left behind on its host plant.

The plant is already loaded with caterpillars of every instar.