Butterfly Haven

Monarch caterpillar-soft like a marshmallow.

For those of you that don’t know me and for those of you that are just starting to get to know me there are obviously many things about me that you don’t know. That’s what I’m here for – to help fill in the gaps. Open my world up a little bit to you. In case you haven’t guessed it already I’m a pretty adventurous person. I like to explore, do new things, see the world. I like to think of myself as the event coordinator. There are so many different activities to discover and I want to be able to take advantage of them and I want to share it in the process.

Too often we just sit around doing nothing or just complaining that there is nothing to do when all you have to do is look around and see how much is going on around you. I’m not alone in my quest. I have some research tools to guide me. Each month I receive Sunset & Westways Magazines that highlight all the festivals and fairs that will be going on up and down the coast. I know, I know – a whole month? Who wants to wait that long? Not me. That’s just my back up. Thankfully I have discovered another handy little gem called “365 things to do in San Diego, CA”. This is one of the places I use that have allowed me to discover amazing hidden treasures. The most recent one was The Butterfly House.

Even butterflies need love.

I was so excited when I read that we could go see the butterflies. Who doesn’t love butterflies? When I first moved to San Diego I remember coming back from a job interview and as I was driving down the street I saw thousand of butterflies headed straight towards me. I was amazed. I had never seen anything like it before. I had to pull over so I could watch. They just kept coming, like a cloud of color, fluttering over my car. I later found out they were migrating from Mexico. It was absolutely beautiful. I’ve never seen it again and I’ve heard that it’s a rare sight to see.

I told Mike about my new adventure and he was in. We were off. From the moment we arrived at the Butterfly House the butterflies were all over Mike. We were told they were attracted to his white shirt but Mike was pretty sure it was him. I won’t lie. I was jealous. Those little beauties were even on his arm so this white shirt thing was wearing thin. I had to resort to holding a piece of watermelon to get a nice photo-op. Hey, sometimes you do what you have to do. Butterflies taste with their feet. I guess Mike is just a sweet guy.

Mike's adoring fans.

It’s ironic that I found this place. When we were getting married I wanted butterflies at our wedding. Some people want bubbles after the ceremony. Others want rice or bird seed. I wanted to release butterflies. I thought it would be perfect. Each person was to have a little package with a butterfly. You open the package and voila! Fly away beautiful butterfly. I don’t know who it was. Ok, maybe I do. They told me it wouldn’t work. They said I’d probably get a package filled with dead butterflies. I went with bells.
So now I finally get my butterflies. Alive. It was really quiet and peaceful. The house is 1200 square feet and there are benches set up where you can relax and enjoy yourself for as long as you’d like. Every time we were getting ready to leave Mike would see more perfect photo ops. You just can’t pass them up. I waited patiently. Very unlike me. No, really. It must have been the atmosphere. The butterflies, the serenity, the….ok, I’m done. What’s next on the agenda?

This one was probably posing for Mike.

To learn more about the Butterfly House and the Monarch Program, visit their website at http://www.monarchprogram.org/
For an alternate ending and for different pictures, go to my other blog at

2 responses to this post.

  1. lovely writing! xoxo


  2. Thank you Sandrine. :o>


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