Rainbows and Butterflies

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One of the most vivid memories I have was the summer after I turned six.  My grandmother had made me a promise that she had a special place for my sister and me to play.  We had been in the backyard.  I was not allowed to climb the huge pecan tree.  My sister did not want to so she was safe.  I was always getting into trouble for trying.  When we got roller skates my grandmother would let us have one each.  My sister did sneak back into the house and get the other skate.  She then went out and tied herself to a tree.  Safe but hardly skating.  I had my one skate on and did the best I could.  I had decided that since we were not allowed to play in the flower beds, and not allowed to climb "the tree" that the backyard did not hold much interest.
 
The day came.  Grandmother was giggling and holding onto a box.  She had a spade.  A delivery of dirt (dirt?) came as well.  She had announced that we were going to play in the backyard today.  Without much enthusiasm, we followed her.  There was a wheel barrel full of different plants.  We went to a corner of the yard that was kind of blank.  Grandmother seemed to be very excited.  "We are going to make a playground for butterflies."
 
"Butterflies!?"  I loved butterflies.  All colors of butterflies.  We started by laying down some stones and then pushing them together so that there were walkways.  The walkways divided the area into four sections.  There was a tree in the middle.  It was a young weeping willow tree.  It had low branches and wispy leaves that always swayed with the breeze.  Then we planted 'butterfly food'.  That is what she called it.  She said butterflies usually eat weeds.  Ragweed is the favorite of the giant monarch butterfly.  Anyway, grandmother had butterfly bushes and all sorts of weeds that we planted inside the four sections.  Then she finally pulled out the box.  My sister and I both squealed.
 
"Anyone at home?  We heard our next-door neighbor come through the gate.  He had a funny-looking bench.  It was round and came in two sections.  He put the bench around the base of the tree.  He then handed my grandmother a small box of little green things that seemed to have a wire running inside it.  Grandmother opens her box and pulled out the most wonderful crystal I had ever seen.  She put the little green thing into the hole at the top of the crystal and then she caught one of the branches of the tree and twisted the thing onto the branch.  When she let go, we could see rainbows dancing all around.  The crystals had come from an old chandelier.  We proceeded to tie the crystals on the branches.  We sat down on the bench and watched the rainbows.
 
Grandmother then read the story about Noah in the bible.  The rainbow was the sign of promise given to Noah when he arrived at his new home.  Just as promised.  She then went on to tell how the butterfly was a symbol of the resurrection of Jesus.  The metamorphosis that all Christians go through before going home.  She said this little garden we had planted and now sat in was our little world and our little corner of the yard.  We could pray here and play here.
 
We immediately ran inside to bring out our favorite dolls, teddy bears, and other creatures.  We got so involved in introducing our toys to our new corner of the yard we did not notice when our grandmother left.  We did not know she was watching us play from the kitchen window.  It started to sprinkle a little.  I ran inside and grabbed the small umbrella in the closet.  We were not going to let a little rain stop us from playing in our corner.
 
The summer went extremely well.  Soon there were butterflies and cacoons all over the place.  We watched as the butterflies danced among the rainbows.  I never felt more loved than I did in the corner of that yard.
 
Whenever I got sick, I wanted to go to that corner.  I witnessed many miracles there and felt very humbled by the Divine mind that had created rainbows and butterflies.  I am so glad he showed my grandmother how to build this little corner of paradise.
 
God knew the grandmother we needed.  He supplies all that is needed to maintain all he creates.  He is the source of our supply.  God is Love.  Can we ask him to be more?


Submitted: July 07, 2021

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