Caterpillars and Butterflies by Catherine Doherty
There’s a mystery in our Madonna House life. Like the caterpillars on display in our dining room for a short time this summer.
A slow-moving, many-legged green creature munched on the green leaves of the milk weed. Then a pause; a cocoon hanging by a slender thread, and silence. A week or so later, a Monarch butterfly emerged, its brilliant orange wings flitting about the room.
We opened the screen door. It seemed to nod its head in thanks, then soared outside into sunlight and freedom.
Then another caterpillar did the same. And another.
Maybe Madonna House is like that for our visitors—a slender