A Brief Communion
Several days ago I saw my first ladybug of the season. Funny how I usually avoid bugs of any kind, but for some reason I'm attracted to ladybugs. Just don't tell Freud.
When a ladybug is wandering on my car windshield, or along a sidewalk I'm compelled to lift her onto my finger and guide her to the grass, or flowers, or somewhere that seems a more natural habitat for a ladybug. And safe. Of course she could fly on her own, but don't tell her; I'd rather have that brief communion with nature, tiny though it may be.
Rochester, New York
May 3, 2009