Recital

Recital

arms
legs
graceful
elegant
pointed toes reaching
ballerinas dancing music

This poem is a Fib-- a form I learned about from Sarah Campbell here. (The Fib is a creation of Greg Pincus). She wrote a Fib in the comments of my previous ballet post about the dress rehearsal, so I tried one for the recital. Fun!

Dress Rehearsal

Pink slippered feet
and sky dresses
twirling,
playing,
laughing a dance.

Happy Mother Nature Day

This is the box turtle found in our yard yesterday. She had been caught in the fence around our new compost pile until my son rescued her, observed her for a while, and let her go. There were also tiny snails attached to some eggshells in our compost pile.

These are the slugs that my children watched and fed after googling what they eat. They also googled what box turtles eat. They put them in the bird bath for a temporary home. My daughter grabs the camera now to document events like this. She took all of these photos except the butterfly photo.

This is the earthworm-- as long as the biggest feet in the photo-- that we saw after releasing a monarch butterfly. The children were amazed. As my son says, "Awesome!"

This is one of our butterflies on our lantana that grows inches every day. We gave two "about to emerge" butterflies to friends, so that they could watch and release miracles where they live. One may have emerged yesterday, and we are hoping the other comes out today.

We spent the day gardening yesterday-- a variegated basil variety, some trailing flowers in hanging baskets, seeds for zinnias, sunflowers, cilantro, watermelon, and pumpkin. My blog and my life have taken a decided turn toward nature, wouldn't you say? The butterfly experience combined with gardening at school have taken over parts of my life and influenced what I'm doing at home, what I'm reading, what I teach, and the knitting projects that I'm plotting and planning. I am still knitting and dreaming about the next log cabin blanket I might start that features colors from monarch caterpillars on one side and colors from monarch butterflies on the other side. Inspiration is everywhere, and I'm always on the look-out for it.

Happy Mother's Day!

Ballerina Blossom

I had not planned on posting today for this blog because I knew that I needed to spend my precious time on another blog and on the dreaded housework that has been accumulating in my busyness and which strongly correlated with the activity on the aforementioned blog post. "No, Julie. No. No. No! You cannot sit at the computer all day or wander around the mazes of Flickr. You cannot surf the Internet for new and interesting blogs. You cannot organize your growing photo collection and create endless photo collages on Picasa. Don't even think about opening Facebook!" You know your housework is out of control when you are embarrassed for the teenage sitter to come later tonight.

But. . . how could I resist this? I looked out the home-office window to see this little blossom floating in the wind. The white flower was attached to a run-away spider silk, so it appeared to be dancing on its stage of green grass. I grabbed the camera and wished I could have zoomed even more. I love the very short video below because the birds are providing the music for this tiny, delicate dancer. What a small and precious moment.

King and Queen

The King

The Last Release

The Queen

The last of our monarch's at home emerged today. The first one, our only male, emerged a few hours before the female. One's name was Slinky and one was Yellow. I was never sure which was which. When the children came home from school along with a friend, we released the female onto the milkweed plant in our butterfly garden. I had released the male earlier to make room for the other butterfly in the small container. My son was thrilled that we finally had a male! He was still on the lantana plant when we got home from carpool, but he flew away to a tree when we went outside.

I couldn't resist a few more photos. Like my Japanese maple, I can't take enough to fully capture their beauty and to satisfy my wonder.

Now, we have 4 empty chrysalises and three empty containers-- unless we are lucky enough to have some new eggs or caterpillars on our milkweed plant. Our hearts and minds, however, are full, and we are as rich as kings and queens from this miraculous experience.

Butterfly Colors

Both of my cats were extremely interested in me taking photographs of Matilda, and I love how their fur coordinates so nicely with her orange, black and white. We had to be careful about making sure they were not outside getting too close because Matilda hung around our house for about 24 hours even after we released her. She didn't seem to want to fly. After hanging out in the garage all afternoon, I transferred her to the backyard after the rain stopped. I worried about her all day while I was at school and rushed home to find, thankfully, that she was not still on the lantana but enjoying her butterfly wings somewhere else.

I enjoyed her butterfly wings and butterfly body immensely. Because she didn't immediately fly off as Winslow did yesterday, I was able to take photograph after photograph of her and study her legs, feet, body, antennae, wings, spots, and face up-close and at leisure. What a gift. Some of my best photos are on this blog post from yesterday. I've included a couple more below.

Sabbath Haiku

Butterfly Sabbath
Open and clear chrysalis
Wings beat, rest, and fly

There has been all manner of excitement this Sunday. The children and I decided to take our sabbath at home. Our first chrysalis opened to reveal "a beautiful butterfly." We are still waiting for her to fly away. My daughter and I both let her crawl on our fingers, hands, and arms with her prickly feet. I transferred her to a butterfly bush in our little, backyard garden. The rain has died down.

The children both did their own blog posts about Matilda (who used to be Buddy) here and here. My daughter wrote her a poem and read it to her. . . hoping she would fly off.

I hope she will be happy for her brief life out in the world. She is resting in the wind and air now. I hope she is able to feel the sun, drink from flowers, walk across leaves, find another butterfly friend, and lay her eggs.