2019-MOC#31_Travelers-Notebook_Connections_web

Credits: Pink Reptile Designs - Today, Tales of Spring, Naturelle, Lovebug.

Journaling reads:
Back in 2006, in the summer on a warm Saturday, we were outdoors tending to our property as we usually did. Having 2 1/2 acres and living in the woods required constant care. I recall working on the hosta bed next to the storage shed, underneath one of our 250 year old burr oaks. A butterfly decided to float around me. It continued to swoop down, to try to get my attention. I got up from my weeding, walked the 75 feet to the end of the driveway to check the mail, and my new butterfly friend decided to follow me, landing on me. I was quite taken aback, because I’ve never had an up and personal experience with a butterfly before. And at the time, the only thought in my mind was my mother, Mom, aka Charlotte, who had passed away in 2000. I have no clue as to why she was in my thoughts, she was not an outdoorsy person and I didn’t think of butterflies when I thought of my mother...

A couple of hours later, John and I were in our home, and we heard a prolonged crash, the sound that you hear when a branch falls. We looked out the kitchen window, and there was part of a tree laying in the yard, between the garage and the storage shed, blocking the entire area. We walked out the front door and assessed the damage. A limb had fallen from that oak tree, the tree in our hosta bed, the bed that I had been working in just a few hours before. The branch took out part of the roof of the shed and damaged some of the siding. What had fallen extended a good 30 feet. And then thoughts of my mother leapt into my mind again. I have no doubt that the butterfly was sent to me by my mother, to warn me, to protect me from that tree limb. Now, everytime I see a butterfly, I think of my mom. Interestingly, I’ve never had another intense experience with a butterfly again. But if I did, I would be confident that Mom was looking out for me...