Monkey has adopted a couple of ladybugs from our yard.


The weird thing is, I think they actually like her.  For example, yesterday I was trying to get one off of her leg to put him or her in the bug catcher and the thing absolutely would not come to me.  However, as soon as she reached down he or she jumped onto her finger and crawled on up Monkey’s arm.


It’s as though those little creatures know how much she really does love them.

Monkey has been catching and releasing (sometimes laying to rest) ladybugs for about three days now.  Then today, it struck me how much fun this has brought her. When did I lose the fun in a ladybug?

It reminds me of Shel Silversteins “Forgotten Language”:

Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said


Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly in my bed.


Once I heard and answered all the questions of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .

How did it go?


How did it go?

Okay, maybe that last picture was a little dramatic.  But, I just think it’s funny.