Two years ago on the anniversary of my blog, Laura and I went to Magic Wings, a butterfly habitat. It is the perfect thing to do when surrounded by ice, grey skies, frigid weather and a monochromatic landscape. Especially if you are unemployed and need to keep your spirits up.
So what to do but repeat the journey. We dressed for a humid summer day and headed into the sensory overload. It was comfortably familiar but obviously things had grown and changed a bit in two years. My camera was a frustration and I was more discriminating in my choices of shots, but some things just presented themselves.
The warmth is the first thing I noticed, hot humid air on my skin. The heady scent of tropical blooms came next and birds tittering in the lush vegetation. Sight was bombarded by colors and shapes and the barrage of things silently flitting in and out of focus. It took a few moments to absorb it all and settle into silently moving slowly through the paths. Wisps of soft opera music drifted by as I sat on my heels to let the life wash over me.
Between the feeding stations and the flowers, I was able to get very close to these magical creatures though they were seldom still for long.
There were other residents to behold, and in some cases touch.
I found this “nursery” a perfect ending. Every day, a whole new crop of butterflies emerge.