My late-summer caterpillars are butterflies now, struggling from overwintered chrysalises, crumpled wings expanding. Departure impatience explodes into vibrant colour as they cascade up like wind-flung blossoms, dancing joyous against the infinite cornflower sky.
One lingers fleetingly on my finger, sumptuous wings spread, sunning – before she’s soaring to meet the spring.
Deborah writes at an old desk surrounded by five hundred pet bugs.
Beautiful descriptions.
So beautiful and hopeful after the struggle of emergence.
Lovely descriptions. Some bugs are very nice…ladybugs with their “plastic” shells, and grasshoppers who bring me luck for a few weeks every September.
Best wishes to your bug brood.
Aww…so beautiful