Since I was very young I was always fascinated with ladybugs. I even had this giant stuffed lady bug I remember laying on and as I got older it seemed to get smaller and smaller.
I remember catcching them and saying this poem:
"Ladybug, Ladybug, fly away home....your house is on fire, and your children will burn. Except little Nan, who sits in a pan, weaving gold laces as fast as she can!"
Undoubtedly, you're familiar with this well-known children's rhyme, but do you know how it originated? In Medieval England, the farmers would set torches to the old Hop vines after the harvest, to clear the fields for the next planting. The poem was a warning to the aphid-eating Ladybugs, still crawling on the vines in search of aphids. The Ladybugs' children (larvae) could get away from the flames, but the immobile pupae (Nan) remained fastened to the plants (laces) and couldn't escape. Kinda morbid, huh?
More info go to http://www.celticbug.com/Legends/Lore.html
what is your belief when a lady bug lands on your sleeve?
ReplyDeletewell how know ladybugs were like butterflies. not I. but now i do <3
ReplyDeleteHi Sorry, I forgot my password for a while. I do believe when a ladybug lands on you it is good luck. I remember just feeling lucky for it to happen. I loved to watch them crawl on me.
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