Every summer we would collect some caterpillars and keep them in an old pickle jar with Milkweed. We would watch as they ate and ate and then turn into a cocoon. Then we would wait and hope to see them emerge as butterflies. Our kids would marvel at how they would pop out as something completely different. This is a painting of one of our butterflies that was unfurling its new born wings. Nature never ceases to astound me!