|Candelin Wahl with a pink dogwood in the background|
I am so grateful for friends. My friend, Candelin Wahl, came to visit me and stayed for two days. Our friendship goes back a long way. We met when we were going to the same church. We were twelve months pregnant between the two of us at the time. Then my son, Tim, and her daughter, Drew, were born within three days of one another. As our babies grew into toddlers, we would get together, often once a week, to let our them play with one another. She went on to have another daughter, Jamie. As our children grew, we adopted one another’s children as our second family. I still proudly consider Drew and Jamie my surrogate daughters. You can click on their names to visit their blogs and discover why I am so proud of them.
Yesterday Candelin and I had a magical day, which started out with a bike ride through our little village. The smell and sight of all the blossoming trees and flowers was intoxicating. The temperature was perfect, spring was in full bloom… what was there not to love?
After our bike ride, we did our civic duty… we went next door to the library to sort books for the book sale that’s coming up. Candelin wrote a message to me on the sidewalk outside the library, where there is sidewalk chalk for people to leave their art behind. What a friend!
After lunch, we headed off to “Magic Wings,” a butterfly museum. When we walked in, all we could do was look around in awe at the magical fluttering of wings all around us. It was so incredible! For nearly two hours, we walked around and watched butterflies of all colors, shapes, and sizes. Candelin took more than 170 photos and several videos. Below is one of the more brightly-colored butterflies.
|A male Cairns Birdwing|
The Blue Morphos were the most amazing of them all, I thought. Below are several feeding on bananas. “Blue?” you might ask. What is so fascinating about these is that when they close their wings, they blend in with their surroundings, but when they open their wings, the “inside” of their wings are an iridescent blue. Beautiful!
|Several Blue Morphos.|
While we were in the conservatory, it clouded over and we heard rain on the roof. It got rather dark inside, much like dusk. We looked around, and many of the butterflies were hanging onto twigs and branches and folding their wings, like they were going to bed. We found out from someone who works there that that is exactly what was happening. Most of them go up into the high branches to perch, but there were plenty to see just above us. Don’t let your eye fool you… these are not brown leaves, they are butterflies going to bed.
|Butterflies retiring for the night|
At closing time, Candelin and I returned home for a late afternoon nap, and then she treated David and me to dinner. Afterwards, the three of us had tea in our living room. Candelin regaled us with stories of her travels from the last three months, played us a few songs on her guitar, and shared a photo album with us. For more about her travels, you can visit her blog, named Sundialer.
|A “Glasswing.” Candelin aptly renamed it “Gossamer Wings.”|