"The season of loneliness and isolation is when the caterpillar gets it's wings."
When I was visiting Cleveland, we took the Ferry over to Put-In-Bay and visited a quaint little winery on the island. As we were leaving my mom spotted a Monarch butterfly, still in caterpillar form, munching on a Milkweed plant. Mom started stressing that the caterpillar wouldn't possibly have enough time to transform and migrate for the winter before it got too cold. I walked back into the winery and asked for a cup so we could rescue her and bring her to Charlotte where the temperatures are significantly warmer this time of year.
Over the next couple of days we gave her a name (Cati) and we watched over her as devoured the Milkweed we took from the winery. Finally she spun herself a cocoon, and we waited...
she HE came out!
Mom took him into our family garden where he was greeted by other migrating Monarch butterflies and let him stretch his wings.
I feel so blessed to have grown up loving and appreciating nature and having a family that without a second thought, thought to remember nature in this moment.
"If nothing ever changed, there would be no butterflies."