 I was knee deep in cuttings. It’s no small task to cut back several perennial beds in the fall, but cut back I did. Until, I noticed the movement of something. It seems I had disturbed a caterpillar, interrupting her burrowing in the leaves. I sensed her annoyance. Putting down my rake, I said, “I am so sorry for being a nuisance. Is there any way I can make it up to you.” “Well” the caterpillar said, “I watch you everyday with your camera, taking pictures of everything. What about making a photo of me?” I responded, “A glamour shot?” Her eyes lit up and off we went to my makeshift studio. (a mirror placed in front of a dining room window. Very high tech.) It’s as if she had done this before. Somewhere in a past life she must have stood in front of Bruce Webers camera. I’m sure of it. She gracefully moved from pageant pose, hip-tilt, to the ever popular, hair whip. She was definitely a pro.  Before I brought her back out to the garden, I asked, “What species are you?” She wasn’t the usual wooly caterpillar I was familiar with. Obviously exhausted from her photo shoot, she went quiet. I did further investigation and found her name: Fuzzy Blonde Caterpillar (Really). Gently placing her back in the now cleaned garden bed, I said, “You know, we have more in common than you think. I’ve been called much worse than fuzzy.” ‘Sleep tight, sweet Fuzzy Blonde Caterpillar.”  Live in color,
Abby
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