I have to admit, it was rather nice to sleep in and have a nice quite day to myself. I hadn't had one in ages My friend the engineer was here for the weekend, and he departed in the afternoon yesterday. After a rather large gin and tonic, I took a lovely snooze for a couple hours, ate din din, watched some boob tube and then went to bed, and didn't arise till after 9 this morning. I decided to take the train into Philly last minute, and flutter, notice I said flutter, not fluffer… for a change- and headed over to the Natural History Museum to take in the Butterfly exhibit. I was in the mood for butterflies today.
It sits on the top floor on the building and is like a tropical oasis in the city and features a lush, tropical garden filled with colorful plants and a multitude of live butterflies from Central and South America, East Africa, and Southeast Asia. Perfect day since it was a tad overcast. It had been awhile since there last and the thing is it always changes... every day even. The exhibit will usually have between 60 to 150 butterflies and 20 to 40 different species on any given day. The shameful part I learned today is that the poor butterflies generally live for one to two weeks, and they receive new butterflies from around the world each week. What’s here one week probably won't be the same as what was there last week. Such a shame to live a fat tubular thing so long and only live a beautiful butterfly for such a short time, don't you agree?
This yellow one below I was told was probably getting ready to buy the farm. The caretaker inform me when they get a tattered look they are just about to die.
When I got home to the Casa du Borghese, I just happened to see this beauty in the ivy bed on one of the zinna! I don't know if it was a stow away, they do check everybody, or it if was one last surprise kiss for me from summer queen.
The noise in the background that sounds like a dog, is actually the fox in the woods calling to others. They were ever rascally last night.