For the past few weeks I have been watching
the amazing transformation of
a caterpillar to a butterfly.
(You can read more and see more photos in previous posts)
Most of us do these type things as a kid,
or for our own kids or grandkids,
but rarely do them
for ourselves when we get to a certain age
(I'm 60 yo).
So, I thought I would start doing more things like this
to remind me
of that easily lost sense of wonder.
The kind of wonder that every child has.
The kind of wonder that keeps you young,
makes you have joy,
helps you to savor the day,
and awakens your soul.
The Story of Lily the Butterfly
Lily began her life in my garden
as a tiny little yellow egg
laid gently on a passion vine tendril,
by a Gulf Fritillary Butterfly.
Later out popped a tiny caterpillar with legs.
She ate and ate in the sunshine,
kept growing and...
Then after while she formed this crysalis
and hung upside down for a couple of weeks.
Magic was happening inside that leaf like crysalis.
Then one morning,
when I opened the jar lid,
there she was.
This is what's left of the crysalis she emerged from.
Lily (new beginning)
was motionless and still wet with a life giving black liquid.
Her wings were not yet stretched out or separated.
She had touches of orange on her black and white delicate wings.
She stayed motionless for awhile,
giving herself time to dry out and
adjusting to her new life as a butterfly.
Then Lily stretched her wings and flew.
I have not been able to get a photo of her,
but I've seen her...
she is there...
gracing my garden.
Savor the Day!