Marcia Moston
A quick, simple stop at the nursery for a couple of knock
out rose bushes turned into a month’s worth of worry and wonder.
I was all ready to check out when the attendant, Maxine, held
up a pot with a solitary plant. “In two weeks this will be a monarch butterfly.”
I stared at the acorn-shaped chrysalis suspended by a tiny strand from the
underside of a leaf.
Like any other school child, at some point in my elementary
education, I had learned about the four stages of a butterfly, but although I
had dutifully memorized diagrams in my textbook, I had never witnessed this
transformation. Maxine examined another plant, found a tiny larva on the
underside of a leaf, held it up for me to see and smiled.
There’s a time for learning facts, and there’s a time for experiencing
wonder. I was ready for wonder.
