We step through the second door, entering the arbortorium, and feel saturated by semi-tropical heat and humidity! Large palms and other representative flora grow out of the center. The palm branches shelter the pathways.
All around are the butterflies.
A large one with brown, splotchy wings lands on Frankie’s head. He’s seated on one of the butterfly-shaped seats stationed throughout the arbortorium. He sits still while his mother and I take four photos between us.
Then the butterfly takes flight.
an aroma of daffodils
outside World of Wings
*of or related to Lepidoptera, an order of insects that includes moths and butterflies.
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