- Author: Denise Cottrell
Published on: May 15, 2024
As a child rambling in the garden, I was delighted to find a lady bug. I would extend my hand in the bug's path and gently scoop it up. I would watch it traverse my fingers and palm and turn my hand as I carefully examined the bug with thoughts of
Lady bug, lady bug fly away home,
Your house is on fire
And your children are all alone.
Suddenly, wings would appear from under the red, black polka dotted shell and the lady bug took flight. As an adult, I silently rejoice when I find lady bugs wandering my plants and I silently whisper “stay.”
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