To my complete amazement, about one week ago, I discovered I was pregnant — pregnant with the possibility for the birth of a Monarch Butterfly. Here it was, hanging onto the lip of a fountain.
Another one hung under the ledge of our concrete wall. The green color reflected the sky and the tiny gold dots surrounding the cocoon were, I discovered, air hole. Last night, the cocoon had turn black. Under closer inspection, I could see the orange black colors of a wing. Then, this morning, I ran out... my baby had squeezed itself out of the cocoon and was patiently hanging, waiting for its wings to dry. So many life lessons for both our personal and professional lives within the saga of this tiny creature. But that’s an article for another time.