Early, on a pleasantly mild and misty afternoon, one of our black swallowtail chrysalises emerged. Although we missed the actual “birth”, we arrived soon after and were left breathless. It was stunning to witness the butterfly stretch it’s wings and find it’s grounding. A peaceful energy was ever present.
We took turns gently holding this transformed, yet somehow new, and delicate life. After some time, we set it first in a bush and then in the dogwood tree where it hung upside down filling its wings with fluid. The last time we spotted our black swallowtail butterfly was that the evening.
Sadly, it looks as if the second swallowtail chrysalis will not emerge.
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