We found this butterfly as a caterpillar late last fall. Since she wasn’t going to survive the first frost, we took her inside. She cocooned on a sweater and sat, to all appearances dead, throughout the winter. We almost gave up on her.
Come springtime a few months ago we found a swallowtail flapping in the window and the cocoon no more than a husk.
“What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.” Richard Bach
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