I was still surprised by Blake’s idea to visit Monarch Grove by the time we got there, and it was so beautiful that I felt like he would be embarrassed if anybody saw us there together.
The butterflies were like fluttering black and orange leaves coating the fragrant eucalyptus trees that they called their home during the winter months and it took my breath away when I realized just how many of them there were here. They coated the branches of the trees in fiery clusters and there must have been thousands of them on each individual tree.
It was an overwhelming symphony of colors and scent, and I was staring up at the trees as we walked around the grove.
“This is so beautiful…”
“I don’t really know how to turn it into a project. I figured something about their migration and the weather
