The world’s big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark. John Muir age 74
Which way to the black and white moth? I shall give you directions.
Go up the trail and through the meadow. There is no need to hurry; gather a bouquet of wildflowers to carry in your arms. Travel into the woods, through the ferns big and green, by and through the meandering stream. Look for a big broken tree, broken from last October’s snow storm. There is a boulder nearby, with a coat of moss. Lean against it, without thinking of moths at all, and look down, it’s right there. Something never seen before.
Caleb and I went for a walk yesterday afternoon. I wanted to go….alone….(for I had a headache and was out of sorts) but he begged to go with me (thinking of, not time with MOM, but “perhaps I will see more snakes”). I complied and off we went, holding hands. We didn’t see any snakes but we did make another discovery; a lovely black and white moth.
flower from the milk weed plant
bumble bee sipping a “crown vetch” blossom
my pretty flowers
hiding in the ferns
in the stream
D I S C O V E R Y
The moth was quite hidden, it was amazing that I even noticed it. (a “thank you, God!” moment)
I believe it was a brand new moth, just out from it’s cocoon.
I hadn’t seen anything like it before, a new discovery to document for my nature journal. (yes, I was excited!) I looked online and I think it might be a Giant Leapard Moth.
I lifted it carefully from the moss with a stick. I think it’s front legs have little hooks for hands, it was so firmly attached.
But, in lifting it, I discovered it was wearing blue jewelry.
I left it where I found it, but I sure would have liked to see it with the wings spread out. I would have taken it home in a box, to see it in the evening taking it’s first flight.
Caleb and I made our way home, stopping to take one more photo…..of our lovely wildflowers, which are now in a fiesta vase in the livingroom.
It had rained on and off, just a sprinkling, during our adventure, but as soon as we were safely indoors, the skies opened and it poured.
The little cares that fretted me,
I lost them yesterday
Among the fields above the sea,
Among the winds at play;
Among the lowing of the herds,
The rustling of the trees,
Among the singing of the birds,
The humming of the bees.
The foolish fears of what may happen
I cast them all away
Among the clover-scented grass,
Among the new-mown hay;
Among the husking of the corn
Where drowsy poppies nod,
Where ill thoughts die and good are born,
Out in the fields with God.