The Three Fs... Foolishness Flora and Fauna

by Rondo, Poet and Chatty Charlie
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Good morning, Friends.   
Grammy has been up to her eyes in 'stuff'.  Between having an 18 year old university student camping out in the livingroom in a one bedroom condo, dealing with an infected eye and her own stupidity she's just a little stretched.  Yes, you heard me... HER OWN STUPIDITY!!!!!

With a food allergy you would think she'd be more wary about what she buys. It used to take Grammy at least an hour to do a small grocery shopping.  Every label read, every minute detail noted on each and every product  every time she shops.  Shopping becomes a time consuming task. 

Let us tell you, that ingredients are often changed on products and  more often than not there is no flashing notice on the packaging to advise this.   Firstly, her allergy is to SOY in all its forms and it doesn't matter which of the 50 different names for soy are used to confuse the customer it is still SOY!  AND it still affects Grammy the same way.  We won't go into details... just that it is nasty!  

Lately she's gotten lazy or has been in a rush and hasn't bothered to read ingredients and … well, it caught up with her..  A wee treat that she's loved and eaten for years is now made with soy flour and soy oil.  She had a feast on this supposedly safe treat and now.... well, we all dove under or behind sofas, chairs, anything to avoid the old girl until she felt better.  Thankfully, she's feeling more normal this morning.  

THAT'LL TEACH THE OLD DEAR to cut corners. 

Well, now, on to our blog....  Our friend, Suzanne, had a wonderful experience this summer.  Monarch butterflies graced her gardens which include milkweed and hyssop and she was able to watch caterpillars and bees feasting and  the transformation of many a caterpillar to butterfly.   We are going to show you a few of her personal photos of these and I think I should also reprint the appropriate poem.  

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So here goes....

Butterfly - Creatures Divine 

Of birds and bees have I much written
And more there is to say
But other creatures delight me too
‘Tis time they had their day.

There is a creature I do adore
It grows in stages; There are four.
Egg to larva that crawls and eats
At pace no other creature beats
Leaves and such to gain its strength
For stage three – when at length
Its skin reforms and dormant seems.  
 
But ‘cased inside are magic dreams    
That to outsiders make no sense
For shell they see, ‘tis plain and dense.
Yet within a subtle change is made    
As soup reforms the old will fade
‘Til nestled safe within the shell
That soon will ope’, will soon dispel
A delicate beauty.

                          As it uncurls
It’s newborn self, it will unfurl
As heart its veins infuse
Gossamer wings of many hues.
And when the wings are held up high
We’ll see a wondrous butterfly.

© Whiskers, Mouse, Sweetie, Etude & Rondo - Mischief and Mayhem Central

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