Being the mother of a little farm boy, I fully expect to find leaves in his jeans pockets, worm “dirt” under his fingernails and an assortment of other wigglers and crawlers under the seat of his big wheel. In fact, the day he came toting his first fish into the house on the stringer, dripping on the wood floor the whole way, my smile couldn’t have been any bigger. I was so proud of him.

On the farm, we have all kinds of things for little boys to explore and entice their amazement. And I love their curiosity and figure for most things, it will wash off, and for those stains that don’t come out of the shirt, well, that shirt becomes a “work with daddy” shirt.

I wish he would’ve been here this morning as I stepped outside to get the mail and almost stepped right on this monster-sized moth. It’s beautiful – the perfectly symmetrical circular designs painted on faint green fuzzy canvas. I have no idea what kind of moth it is, but if I were a little boy, I would’ve tried to catch him and keep him.

Guess as the mom of a little boy I’ll be doing a lot of Googling about what moths eat, how to keep toads alive, and how to build a healthy environment for turning a caterpillar into a butterfly.

Until we walk again …