It Is Time To Fly….

We are multi layers and ALL of us are ONE.

I love the Things with Wings.

Once upon a time there lived a little Caterpillar who lived among the cabbages and weeds. All day long he’d munch and chew, munch and chew, as bigger and bigger he grew.

Munching on the nasturtiums

And each day as he watches the birds high in the sky, he thinks how wonderful it would be to have Wings and fly, and live high up with the tree instead of munching low to the ground, beneath the Cabbages making no sound.

Then one day he had a fright, as birds did swoop and peck with beak, his cabbage leaf to shake his feet.

His friend was munching by his side when all of a sudden in big surprise, the one with Wings did grab him tight, and off she flew with him out of sight.

Caterpillars in abundance means butterflies for next year.

Oh how he wished he had wings!

He munched his way among the leaves getting wet and cold with breeze, until one day he’d ate his Fill, and thought to himself he’d catch a chill.

He saw the birds all flying south and wished once more with yawning mouth that he too had wings.

And so when days did grow too cold, he spun a blanket around him to hold him suspended from wind and hail, He chose a spot in a sheltered Vale, and as he snuggles down to sleep he dreamt of birds with wings so sleek

At last from slumber he awoke. as Sun rays did shine with heat to stroke,
his back as he did stretch his legs and he pushed his way out of his Bed.

He’s hung suspended upon his thread, and waited until the sun shone on his head.

Butterfly in oils by Sue Dreamwalker

He stretched himself in all directions, and jumped with joy at his inspections, for no longer was he green and fat. but he’d grown Wings now Fancy that..

He flew with Joy and lots of pride no longer now did he have to hide. He flapped his wings and fluttered High with wings did swoop and dive.

No longer was his world so dim, for he was free to fly on whim.

He settled high on blossoms branch, oh how he loved his wings and danced.

Butterfly heaven

At last I’ve got my wings to fly..

At last I’m flying In the Sky ..

For I am Now A Butterfly!

© Sue Dreamwalker  – 2011-2023 All rights
reserved.

Sadly I am seeing less and less caterpillars and BEEs this year… so less and less butterflies and less pollination.
Remember if you are using pesticides, they do not just affect the pests.. They affect the Bee’s and the Butterflies… And YOU!..
The poem I wrote way back when, and the images are from my WP archive… The only pests we have on our allotment at the moment is blackfly on our runner beans and on my camomile plants.. I use a home made spray for these..
Here are 8 homemade recipes for Natural Homemade Sprays…

The photos below are photos taken in previous years..
So please remember too the Bees…. and all things small…
So Save the BEEs and Butterflies and think before you Spray.
Enjoy the Butterflies and Bees Below…

Wings finding nourishment..

This butterfly landed on a daffodil the other day despite it still being cold.. Reminding me of Transformation.

Red Admiral Butterfly

Walking and taking in the beauty of these Peacock Butterflies

Small Tortoiseshell Butterfly

Peacock butterfly in our allotments

Eastern Comma Butterfly

Peacock Butterfly

Pink Pompom the bees love

The Bumble bees just love these

Sunflower with Bees

The Bees are always on this little single petal dahlia

Have a Beautiful Weekend.