Earlier in winter when the wind was much colder in Blossom Corner we found a squirming little green caterpillar sitting on the table. We made a winter home for it in the critter cottage, place fresh juicy leaves inside and put it in a safe warm spot. Daily we feed it fresh leaves and day by day it did grow until at last the appointed hour had come, the caterpillar started to spin its cocoon.
There it laid all snug and warm for the remainder of the months and then to my great surprise and delight of my princess the caterpillar emerged as a moth. At first we were a bit disappointed that it's transformation wasn't into a butterfly, but this did not last long, for who could when you realise you have just experienced a circle of life, a transformation from one thing to another. The moth was really quite pretty it had a scalloped crown upon its head and a clock which draped over its body with scalloped edges here too and white streaks upon its wings. Once the transformation had been completed, the wings dried and perfect. We carried the cottage into Blossom corner and bid our friend good bye as we released it back once again to the place it originally came from.
Such joy and marvel we discovered while observing the life of this caterpillar. It made me think about the winter months of my own life and how it can be dark and full of the unknown sometimes I have wanted to escape from the world and hide in a cocoon safe until I can copy with the challenges which have to be made, a time to reflect to grow and change until the appointed day when just like the caterpillar I emerge on the other side maybe not in the way that I thought, but certainly in the way and as the person I am meant to be. Still changing and growing and learning, learning to fly and to soar into the sky, reaching the dreams which I have dreamt or at least trying to.