How flee the snow, cold, ice? How to warm and relax the eyes of all white? I have a proposal for you: visit a tropical greenhouse. We found modest in botanic gardens, but I am fortunate to have a Papiliorama not far from home ...
I leave the car in the parking far enough away and I walk on the road, the snow crunch under my feet. The contrast is even stronger when entering the greenhouse. Immediately mist on eyeglasses and the lens ... but through this fog, one perceives already a thousand flying, foliage, and green everywhere! A choking sensation, quickly replaced by the comforting warmth ...
I reversed the head under the arch to see these large butterflies that hover, flashes of blue and ocher. Impossible to photograph, they are too fast. And especially, I would first wonder at the jumble of plants, the smell of humus, my mind bubbling with recollections that leaves the flowers, remind him. Recollections of old gardens, and scientific names or vernacular burst like bubbles air too long buried under the clay layer of oblivion ...
On leaves, butterflies are resting and are much easier to take pictures. Amazement to their colors, for their diversity.
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| Erato Heliconian |
I walk among the plants, admiring the flowers, and my eyes search the green to avoid missing a single one of these gems. Information panels on their lifestyle, their food, they hatch, punctuate the passage, but I do not care, too busy to ride my rainforest.
I recognize a form of "coral vine" growing on the aviary in my garden, but I find myself trapped by the smell of vanilla peppery, slightly sweet, This strange flower, a small tree with large leathery leaves home to dozens. I do not yet know his name nor his origin, but I will never forget his presence, his strangeness, and this particular scent ...
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| Caligo eurilochus |
How many butterflies have I failed to see? Regardless, the walk leaves me tired legs, my winter jacket weighs on me, the screams of children make me tired suddenly, and I aspire to ... fresh air! One last look at this enchanted world, this artificial jungle where all the wonders are met, without any danger to reach the goal ...
I will, I know, a day when the sky will be too low and too light gray!
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