Now that is a way to spread joy! My hubby brought home a Scotties brand box of tissues, and on the box are these lovely wildflowers and ladybugs in flight along with this poem:
What’s this I see? It’s not a bee! It skims the blossoms gracefully.
And flies at sleepy summer’s pace to each up-lifted flower face.
Oh ladybug, I wish you joy as you complete your garden chores.
I’d like to put aside my work and join you in the out-of-doors!
Author unknown, but thank you “Tissue Box Poet”, wherever you are!
Serve Him in the Waiting 
It is good to know some history on that little poem. Thanks for your comment. I only knew it delighted me to find it there on that box of kleenex that day. I used to suffere terribly from depression and especially in the winter months, and always looked forward to the first signs of spring as a celebration to having made it through the dark days of winter. I’d watch for the green shoots to come up, signs of the daffodils and hyacinth and tulips, and I would work in my flowerbeds in the Spring as soon as it got warm enough. As spring turned into summer one year, the purple morning glories that I planted from heirloom seeds out of my grandma’s yard, had finally come up in one of the many places I had tried starting them, but I noticed holes in the leaves. As I began examining them, I noticed a ladybug under one of the leaves, but it wasn’t the usual red, but rather a shiny gold, like a 14 k gold charm on a necklace. I was enthralled by it, and I gently coaxed this gold ladybug onto my hand, where to my amazement, it lost the lustre and turned a sort of faded orange/brown. I felt this was a special gift sent to me from the Lord to cheer me and remind me that my Savior was thinking of me, even in the midst of my sorrow. I got so excited to go out every day and look for the gold ladybugs. I researched and found they are not actually ladybugs, but are called tortoise beetles, and they specifically thrive on morning glory leaves. So every year from then on, I have enjoyed watching for what I still call my “gold ladybugs” and ladybugs always remeind me of God’s individual care and concern for me. I even took some of the leaves and put them in a jar, and took a few of those gold ladybugs to church with me one Sunday morning to share with my Ladies Sunday School class, lol. It just delighted my spirit. That was when I wrote my poem “Purple Morning Glories and Gold Ladybugs”. https://servehiminthewaiting.wordpress.com/2012/03/03/purple-morning-glories-and-gold-lady-bugs/
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My Mother used to recite this poem when she was a little girl in Leona NJ in the 1920’s, but there were a couple f “oh lady bug, oh lady bug” in it as well.
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