As Memorial Day approaches, butterfly haven is much more than just a garden for lepidopterous insects
Topeka Presbyterian Manor resident Kay Jones credits the idea of a butterfly garden to her daughter, who created one at her home in Lawrence. Through the natural beauty it provided, she began to think her mom and dad, along with other community residents, would enjoy something similar.
“That’s how the garden was born,” said Jones.
What was born out of a desire to make the Jones’ happy has evolved into something much more meaningful.
“We planted the first flowers on the Fourth of July in 2015,” Jones said. “It’s fitting because over time it’s become a memorial butterfly garden, dedicated to all those who’ve passed on, including Joyce.”
Joyce is Joyce Smith, a former resident who was killed tragically in a traffic accident.
Maintaining the Memorial Butterfly Garden is a team effort at Topeka Presbyterian Manor
The garden will be a popular destination for residents in the days leading up to Memorial Day. They’ll pause amid the quiet beauty of the spot while reflecting on the lives of those no longer with us, including the ones who made the ultimate sacrifice in service to the nation.
“It’s a meaningful place for many reasons,” said Christie Patrick, Topeka Presbyterian Manor’s executive director. “It’s a year-round reminder that we all carry on the legacies of those who came before us. That’s especially true around Memorial Day.”
by Jo Pigg (resident)
There once was a caterpillar, as ugly as could be
Sadly, he thought, "Why did this happen to me?"
He kept to himself, not wanting to be seen
Thinking how unfair to him the world was mean
He hoped to be protected, so this is what he did
He wove a cocoon and there he kept himself hid
Inside that cocoon he thought he'd be forever wrapped
It never bothered him at all, from the world he was trapped
Inside his protection he wished that he could die
It was dark and dreary, he began wishing he could fly
Then suddenly, one day, that cocoon began to crack
He was so frightened and knew he could not go back
That cocoon opened up and much to his surprise
He'd turned into a butterfly right before his eyes
He straightened out his wings and gave them a try
He knew he looked beautiful as he soared into the sky
The moral of the story, about this there's no debate
Beautiful things can happen if you're willing to wait