For being the season of hope and renewal, spring can be surprisingly grim.
Grim enough, even, to cause a severe flare-up of a latent case of the shack nasties, treatable only by a quick trip south. Less than a couple of hours from the dirty, glacier-like crust back home, Mrs. Gordon and I were both pleasantly surprised to find ourselves in tropical warmth, surrounded by thousands of colorful butterflies at Magic Wings Butterfly Conservatory and Gardens in South Deerfield, Massachusetts.
Knock it off. If a butterfly doesn’t make you smile, there is something seriously disconnected and wrong with you.
There was even a “nursery” where we watched butterflies and moths emerging.
The longer we sat and watched, the more we noticed.
They had other exotic critters, in their own habitats, including gruesome insects, a chameleon, and some lovely, poisonous frogs.
And now, sitting back at home, I find this: