Have you seen the caterpillar? 

I saw the caterpillar, yes, when was it? I lose track of the time, maybe yesterday? It's like a dream here in the garden, we remember, we forget, you know how it is, like a dream. 

The caterpillar was real, though, yesterday and the day before, eating milkweed, pooping. I just hope the caterpillar metamorphosed somehow overnight.

I'm sorry, I'm afraid that hope may be naive. But life goes on.

Oh well, yeah, life goes on. Thank you for being in our garden, and communicating with me.