Raising Butterflies On The Porch
It was early September and I was standing on my back porch enjoying a bit of afternoon sunshine, when I saw a large butterfly, dusky winged but with the telltale tails of the swallowtail, fluttering down the driveway. For some reason that I did not at that moment comprehend, she (for she it was) seemed fascinated by the two orange trees growing in pots outside. She fluttered from leaf to leaf, never staying on one for long. And then it hit me. She’s laying eggs. Oh no! She’s laying eggs in September in Vermont! Which is how I came to have a family of giant swallowtail caterpillars on my porch, over whom I am anxiously watching as the nights get colder and their prospects as children of nature diminish….


