It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day; the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet.... As Ichabod jogged slowly on his way, his eye... ranged with delight over the treasures of jolly autumn. ~Washington Irving, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow"

Friday, March 28, 2008

The Magic Metamorphosed Moth ,"Inch worm, inch worm, measuring the marigolds":

There you were, on my walk yesterday, spread out on the ground, looking like a small rock or leaf.
I almost stepped on you, little one. My eyes don't see as well as they use to and sometimes I don't see things for what they are. We had a moment didn't we? How often have you let a human being touch you? Did I smell different? Was I a monster in your eyes? I don't think so. You crawled onto my hand as if you knew me...., or were you just being brave?
In your former life, as a inch worm, I read that you are a pest and chew on trees and shrubs. Well, I guess that metamorphosis is a wonderful thing for you: Letting go of all those bad habits and becoming something new and beautiful. I wish we could all do that. Some say we can.

3 comments:

Jo said...

What a wonderful way to make that connection of how we all have the ability to change..

I enjoyed visiting your blog. I felt right at home.

castlewon said...

just want you to know your link to my blog does not work. If you click on my name in this comment, it goes right to me and then to my blog.

farmlady said...

I'm sorry castlewon. I don't know what's wrong. I can't email you either. I tried again tonight and it didn't work, so I will start troubleshooting and see if I can come up with some answers.