I marvel at the strength and delicacy of this Pipevine swallowtail chrysalis, clinging to a crinum lily leaf, patiently awaiting emergence of new–or rather, renewed–life.
The strings tethering the insect’s temporary and transformative quarters are slender, almost invisible. Morning light reveals their existence.
The rusty color suggests that the transmutation from caterpillar to butterfly is nearly complete. Will I remember to check for adult emergence in coming mornings? I hope so, because to witness the beginning of life is a nod to hope, and also to the power of the threads which bind us and those relinquished, which set us free.
Joining today with Anna and her Wednesday Vignette. Check out her beautiful Flutter and Hum for musings of various sorts.