The Power of Memories

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I just booked flights to join my @copperCanyonGuy husband in Mexico City for a long weekend.  He will be there on business (authenticMexicotravel.com) and we have miles with airlines, so it is a relatively inexpensive trip.

Dave has been wanting me to experience Mexico City.  It is huge… the largest city in our hemisphere and the third largest in the world.  I’m not all that into large (huge) cities, but we are reading a book (The Lacuna by Barbara Kingsolver) about Frida and Diego and Trotsky and the story draws me to see this place.  And Dave loves it there.

As we have been talking about our itinerary, it came to me that we can see the butterflies!  I love monarch butterflies and the story of them wintering in Mexico has intrigued me.  We have seen promotions at travel shows and read about them.  Now, we are going to see them!

Picture via nationalgeographic.com

Picture via National Geographic

We have a rain garden with milkweed plants.  When we first moved to our country 40 acres, there were milkweed plants galore and butterflies….lots of them.  I have always noticed and loved the monarchs.

And now I remember… the monarch butterfly I “raised” as a girl in Texas.  Somehow, I found a monarch caterpillar and brought it home.  My daddy became interested as well and he searched for milkweed plants to bring home to feed my little “pet”.  It was not easy, but someone he worked with had a home near a railroad track where there were milkweed plants.  That’s as I remember it.  It seems like it was not a short process, but my daddy was in it with me for the long haul, finding food every day or so for my hungry caterpillar.

And it made a chrysalis.  And slept in it for what seemed, to a young girl, a very, very long time.

One Sunday morning, the chrysalis was black.  I was concerned….was it dead?  We had to leave it and go to church and when we returned home, it was emerging!  That caterpillar had, indeed, transformed into a butterfly.

Wonder of wonders.  

It came out wet and with wings scrunched.  But we watched as it dried and stretched and unfolded, my Daddy and me.  And we opened the jar lid and watched as it eventually flew away… in all its splendor.

Now, I remember why I am intrigued by monarch butterflies.  It is about a sweet memory of a quiet and private man who surprised me, occasionally.

 

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