I took the day off. It is 3 degrees Celsius and raining. A cold, bone-chilling rain. And windy. In a word: miserable.
(But the fallen, soggy leaves make for lovely colour-splashes on the roads and sidewalks…)
I knew what today needed: butterflies. I hopped in the car and drove to the Cambridge Butterfly Conservatory.
The kids were at school and daycare so I would have the butterflies all to myself!
I stepped inside. It was 26 Celsius. Hallelujah! The humid air was pleasantly fragrant, the chirping birds joyful, peaceful.
Here are some friends I made:
I saw this fellow, and Owl Butterfly, on a big leaf and offered him my red sweater sleeve. He climbed right on and started poking my sweater with his long tongue (proboscis). Interesting how he thought I was a potential flower!
I think I have some kind of cosmic connection with Owl Butterflies, because they are the same type of butterflies I befriended in Costa Rica, too.
And here is a rather impressive flower:
I have to say that besides a cozy cafe where I can write, the Butterfly Conservatory sure does fill up my well.
Rain? What rain? 🙂