This is a statue of President Roosevelt, looking out from Pine Mountain, Georgia, where he used to go to get away from the hassle of the White House… in fact, I think his residence in Georgia was called “The Little White House.”
Some stuff to ponder now – just a bit of delightful rambling!
Here’s something, I saw it only this morning… one sees a great many things if one will be still long enough:
Well now, today I saw a Monarch butterfly, flittering around a milkweed plant. It amazes me that that insect can so deftly navigate the blossoms and plants in the garten, seeing as it was a caterpillar not so very long ago. How’d it learn that?
Besides all that, it is a female Monarch butterfly. I know that because she was laying eggs on the underside of the various milkweed leaves. Monarchs eat those leaves, and only those leaves. So, another miracle of sorts… how’d that little bug know which plant was a milkweed, and, that she must lay her eggs only on that plant?
Wow! Wowee! I don’t even understand the plant part of a Monarch’s life. Add to that, there is some sort of glue that comes out with the egg and sticks the egg to the leaf. More to consider!
Once, I even had the opportunity to watch a Monarch butterfly turn into a cocoon… no really! It didn’t “spin” the cocoon – its entire body became the cocoon – transformed, as it were into a most beautiful green shell, with gold dots all around the top. I saw it happen! I think the proper name for this kind of thing is a chrysalis. Another miracle. How is this? The caterpillar picks a time and a place, fastens his very end of himself to a structure with some sort of glue, then he remains hanging upside down and begins the transformation. Hmm… tell me there is no God. Bugs know better.
