Crawling All Over Me

Many of you know I love the ladybug,
but I never told you why it's so special to me.  
Whenever I see one, I think of our Mother Mary.
(This is my garden at the old house).

 

 

Originally, it is said that in the Middle Ages, farmers prayed to the Virgin Mary for help to save their crops from a plague of harmful pests.  A swarm of ladybugs came, ate up the pests and saved the day.  Thus, they became known as the "Beetle of Our Lady" or Lady Beetles.  ~Wild Gratitude

 

When I create a fairy garden for my grandkids someday, I want to surround it with a dozen ladybugs. 
 

 

"When I was a little girl, I used to spend hours looking for ladybugs.  Finally, I'd just give up and fall asleep in the grass.  When I woke up, they were crawling all over me."

 

~Katherine, Under the Tuscan Sun

 

 

Last week, I opened my front door, and a ladybug was right there on the front porch saying hello.

 

There is a big garden of yellow roses in front of the church, and it was only when I downloaded the picture that I noticed a ladybug underneath the petal of the rose.

 

 

So, now that you know what the ladybug means to me, you can imagine how surprised I was when my son brought me these small cakes from the grocery store one day.  Their chocolaty goodness was so moist and Yummy.

 

 

Seen any ladybugs lately?

 

 

~Sheri