Roxy and I took a beautiful spring walk today.
To make the day even more special was the fact that it was a day of “firsts.”
It was the first time since autumn that it was warm enough for Roxy to leave the house without a coat.
It was the first time since forever that I was donning sunglasses.
And it was the first time in spring that we got to see butterflies.
Two beautiful butterflies made Roxy’s acquaintance as she sniffed one of the park benches.
One of them came so close to her, it almost perched itself on her back!
The first one was a Monarch butterfly and looked something like this:
and the second one, which I hadn’t seen in a while, looked something like this
My love for butterflies started when my nana told me of their tragic fate.
I believe I was seven at the time.
“Aren’t they beautiful, Bella?”
I nodded my head.
Nana then said, “It’s such a pity that most of them die after only a month.”
I was so saddened to hear this, I cried the rest of the afternoon.
It made me sad to ponder how unfair it was; after such a long process of transformation; for the butterfly to just die.
It seemed so meaningless; so wasteful.
In my mind, something as grandiose as the ability to metamorphose into a butterfly deserved the reward of eternal life.
Yet the butterfly’s short life cycle led me to believe I had to feel sorry for it; that I had to be sad because of its impending demise.
However nana dispelled these notions.
She explained that a butterfly wasn’t to be pitied, it was to be admired.
And because they lived such a short time, we only had a small window of time to admire their beauty.
More importantly, because the butterfly chooses who it will reveal itself to, it’s considered good luck to catch a glimpse of one.
Such a sage, my nana!
So imagine my joy today to catch a glimpse of not one but two, beautiful butterflies!
And so friends, I believe I will take this as a sign of great things to come.
I think nana would agree.
When did you last see a butterfly?
Note: Butterfly illustrations done by me. :)