Jealous No More

 

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I no longer have to be jealous of my neighbor's Monarch caterpillars - I've had one of my own.  It quietly chomped the milkweed leaves, and then one day it was gone.  No doubt going on to the chrysalis stage, hanging by a silk thread somewhere, soon to emerge as a butterfly.

I keep looking hopefully for another one.  The idea of that start of a Monarch butterfly, an endangered species, in my own garden, is absolutely enchanting.  And a miracle to behold.

My daughter tells me that next year we'll be planting more milkweed, by the back fence this time.  I know she's right.