Luna moth. I will never forget Mom capturing a Luna moth and breaking off the branch where it was laying eggs. She placed it gently into a large cast iron skillet and we watched it together at the kitchen table. One of my most favorite memories ever!
“Reflection must be reserved for solitary hours; whenever she was alone, she gave way to it as the greatest relief; and not a day went by without a solitary walk, in which she might indulge in all the delight of unpleasant recollections.”