As Steve admired my tattoos one day in Geochang he realized where a perfect place to take me in England would be........a butterfly farm.
You walk into this farm and it is filled with plants from celling to floor and everywhere in between were butterflies.
Where some of butterflies come and eat.
They had benches in different nooks so you could sit and bask.
Where all the butterflies come from. The workers here will not help them get out of their cocoons because if they don't they will not be strong enough to swim.
One in the middle of his struggle.
They have three iguanas in the farm. Apparently we were very lucky to catch a glimpse of one. His name is Spike.......ok maybe not..
Sometimes they would randomly come and land on you.
This one was actually injured. I picked it up to move it and then decided to let the child have a closer look.
It was such a beautiful place to spend time. It is right in the town of Stratford upon Avon.....home of Shakespeare.
A different way to eat.
By far my favorite picture.
1 comment:
Gorgeous. What a perfect place for Steve to take you!!!
I'm still jealous that you got to go to Stratford upon Avon. But you seeing a butterfly farm is just so perfect.
...I'd have spent my entire time poking through Shakespeare's old house and walking around the Globe Theater!
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