It Was Like Magic . . .

A friend of mine has been raising Monarch Butterflies.

She started a few months ago when she 

was looking for something to do during Covid season.  

First of all, let me tell you, Mary, “Monarch Raiser,”

had just retired from nursing from like thirty five plus years or more.

So just sitting still wasn’t in her plans.

Monarch research, harvest, taking care of, setting them free, sounded perfect.

Mary phoned me to tell me she had some chrysalis 

nearing their time of “hatching“

and wondered if I would like to come watch.  

I had taken Great Grand Oakland to see a few days earlier.

Oakland received an entire science lesson from

the eggs, milk weed, caterpillar, chrysalis, butterfly.  

And then I returned a few days later for

an annual gathering with some friends. 

The butterfly had come out of her chrysalis earlier in the day

and was eager to fly away.

Mary coaxed me to gently cup my hand and let her

climb onto my fingers.

Well not only did she do that, she didn’t want to leave.

The other gals there visiting had their phones handy and took pictures.

I moved from my chair, walked around the patio 

and moved closer to the flower border.  

Little Monarch stayed right on my finger tips.  

I was talking to her like she was a person.  

She was contented and comfortable 

and then all of a sudden she lifted up and flew up, up and away.  

It was pure magic . . . what a treat . . . 

It’s those little things that put me over the moon.

Thank you for listening, watching, wish you could have been there.  

I will be back soon.

love

lynne