(Swallowtail butterflies on bull thistle [just off the Blue Ridge Parkway] )
Since Blue Ridge Blue Collar Man got a job, we’ve celebrated by taking a number of short roadtrips with our kids, who are soon going to be heading back to college. More details and photos of our roadtrips to follow, but, for now, I wanted to share this photo I shot on one of the many trails we took.
Yesterday, as we came to an intersection of trails, we came upon a fellow who was taking a picture of Joe-Pye weed. I excitedly told him of the bull thistle covered with butterflies on the trail we’d just come from, thinking he’d want to take that too.
“Butterflies!” he spat out, almost in disgust. “I’ve taken so many shots of butterflies. I’m sick of butterflies!”
We all looked at him with our mouths open in surprise, then burst out laughing. We didn’t mean to be rude–it was just that the thought of being sick of butterflies seemed so ludicrous. Sort of like being sick of rainbows, or bluebirds. or a baby’s giggle.
One thing for sure: I’ll never get sick of butterflies. Or the bright magenta of bull thistles against deep blue skies. Or the sweep of blue mountains that stretch to infinity. Or the sound of my children laughing. Or road trips along the Blue Ridge Parkway with my favorite people in this world.