With a Little Help from My Friends
Regal burnt orange and midnight black monarch wings often float through our backyard. To encourage their visits, my husband planted tropical milkweeds along the fence. There visiting monarchs feast on succulent nectar and tuck their pearly eggs under long green leaves. The eggs soon burst yielding hungry hatchlings. Wiggling out to host leaves’ edges, they feed voraciously while gaining exponential weight and girth.
At the appointed time, the black, white, and yellow banded caterpillars strike out to find a suitable support for their home of transformation. Hanging like a “J” from a tiny silk pad they form an elegant pale green chrysalis bejeweled with shiny gold dots. After about ten days their wondrous transfiguration into delicate adult butterflies completes. As many times as we have witnessed this mini-miracle, we eagerly watch each stage of their life journey awaiting the grand finale. If you’re also interested in monarchs, photographer Jerry Dalrymple has some beautiful shots of their life cycle on his website. Harlen E. and Altus Aschen also document the entire process on their school website.
One afternoon, a spring rainstorm swept over us bringing a much needed drink to thirsty flora and fauna alike. Once the sun peeked through cumulus billows, I ventured outside to clean the pool of unwanted leaves. Then, a spot of floating saffron caught my eye. Closer inspection proved it to be a monarch driven by the wind and held like glue by the water’s surface tension. Wings soaked, it struggled valiantly to free itself from its liquid quagmire. Gently, I lifted it in the pool net and held it underneath a milkweed stem. Its tiny black legs grabbed at the lifeline and crawled aboard. There warm sun rays dried its water logged wings. Once restored, the monarch hitched a gentle breeze and fluttered away.
Words from the Beatles’ 1967 hit song, “With a Little Help from My Friends”, echoed in my mind as I finished cleaning the pool. I thought of my husband and the butterflies he often rescued so tenderly with his big hands.
Then I recalled all of the times that friends came to my aid in times of trouble with a listening ear and an encouraging word. Like the monarch I’d been brought down by one of life’s storms and needed a compassionate hand to pull me up and set me in a safe place to recover. “Gonna try with a little help from my friends.” I’ve seen a lot more of life’s storms with their associated damage recently. Admittedly, helping a human being is a lot more complex than a butterfly, but then I’ve never had a relationship with an insect. I breathed a silent prayer: Help me God to always to invest with love and empathy in the lives of others. Will you join me?
I just moved from San Fran to the east coast. I cant help but think of the caterpillars and the young fluttering monarchs in the Coyote Hill State Park this time of the year.
New England is still quite chilled and it will take a few more months for the butterflies to come in. Gotta wait!
It’s worth the wait.
I just visited your websites, totally enjoying your New York views especially the chess players. I’ll bookmark them and come back often.
Lovely photographs, Karen. I wish I could take pictures as beautiful and evocative and, more important, write so well.
Thank you, Kanti.
I like your website and your attitude toward helping others. Your photos are beautiful, particularly the two swans.
I have so much to learn about photography, but I’m enjoying the journey.
Blogging is sort of an experiment for me, a communication adventure.
Your photos are spectacular! My fave is the close-up of the monarch–really beautiful! Of course the kiddos love reading about Cece! It’s all very lovely and interesting–look forward to more!
Thanks, Deb. I adore your The Romantic Mom. com website. Good going!
wow! your pictures are beautiful indeed! you write very well 🙂
Thank you for your kind response. Come back and visit me again!
I love your thoughts and photos in this posting. Butterflies are so striking and delicate. When I see a butterfly, it’s like an unexpected jolt of color that wakes up my senses. I need to plant more butterfly plants…someday. Have you been able to watch them build a chrysalis? I would love to experience that. I’ll have to come over and observe. I’ll see you soon! Love you!
What beautiful snaps and sentiment . . . the help of friends . . . like being lifted on butterfly wings!
I like the thought of being lifted on butterfly wings. As a child I used to dream I could fly. My friends come pretty close to fulfilling that dream for me. Thanks for your comment. Come back and visit again.
Yes, you’ve definitely been one of those friends to me helping me recover after a storm or a fall in the pool! Thanks for all your encouraging words just when I needed them…what an awesome Mom I have!
I very much liked your picture of a monarch butterfly and milkweed (monarch-on-milkweed-blossom.jpg), and wondered if we could use it in a forthcoming book on Texas conservationists.