Given wings, where might you fly?
In what sweet heaven might you find your love?
Unwilling to be bound, where might you move,
Lost between the wonder and the why?
A caterpillar eats voraciously until it’s time to make a button of silk in order to fasten its body to a leaf or a twig. Later, when it emerges from its chrysalis, its wings are wet and wrinkled. To expand and dry them it uses its body as a pump and forces fluid through a series of tube-like veins. As the veins fill with fluid, the wrinkled surface of its wings is stretched out. And what beautifully striking wings are those of swallowtail butterflies!
A butterfly’s life is all about flight and flying, and that takes a lot of energy so it drinks nectar from flowers to get the energy it needs. To find nectar it uses taste organs at the end of each of its six legs. When any or all of its legs touch a good food source, a reflex causes the proboscis to uncoil, and voilà, a delicious meal is had and the dance is on. As these two magnificent creatures danced this week, they wrote charming little couplets in my garden. As you can see by the blurry edges on the black one (I deliberately chose one of the blurrier shots because I love the image it made), it seldom stopped fluttering its wings; so its poetic ditties were penned with a bit of a stutter. The yellow one on the other hand stopped moving now and again maybe because it wanted to insert a pregnant pause between the lines of its clever rhymes.
I call on You, my God, for you will answer me: turn Your ear to me and hear my prayer. Keep me as the apple of Your eye; hide me in the shadow of Your wings… ~Psalm 17:6 and 8 ✝
Thank you, Lord Jesus, that you save, you heal, you restore, and you reveal Your Father’s heart to us! You have captured me with grace and I’m caught in Your infinite embrace! Like Saint Hildegard Lord, may I too be a feather on your holy breath and spread, like seeds, the gospel abroad.
You bless us with your singular ability to capture the poetry of the moment, N:
“seldom stopped fluttering its wings; so its poetic ditties were penned with a bit of a stutter. The yellow one on the other hand stopped moving now and again maybe because it wanted to insert a pregnant pause between the lines of its clever rhymes.”
Wow, what a lovely compliment! Thank you so much for your kind words. Hugs and blessings, Natalie 🙂
Great images—but this is the tiger swallowtail that will devour my dill and parsley in one sitting—I’m already scanning the herbs daily for any sings of the caterpillars. There’s not much I do to stop them, as I do like their end result 🙂 I’ll just go out and buy more baby plants and replant—
Happy weekend Natalie—Julie
Ah yes, they do love their parsley and dill! I sometimes plant some just to attract the guys! Happy weekend to you too, missy! Hugs, Natalie 🙂
Thank you. 🙂
Wonderful pictures Natalie, love the swallowtail! 🙂
Thanks, Michael. The swallowtails and monarchs are my favorite kind of butterflies. Blessings, Natalie 🙂