Steppin’ Out in the Briar Patch . . .

Spicebush Swallowtail Butterfly photographed by Jeff Zablow in the Briar Patch Habitat in Eatonton, GA

It’s what’s so fantastic about the Butterflies & Blooms in the Briar Patch. You never, never know what will fly in. All who visit share this electricity. Some just drive up as close as they can, and sit in their cars with the morning cup of coffee. Others respectfully walk the paths, speaking in lowered volume, as if they are in the presence of . . . Some, wade in (carefully, mind you) to the perennial beds, to see absolute beauty, up front and close. Now if VcL happens to show up, you will not be made to feel like the principal caught you, gotcha.’ You will be complimented and urged to continue to enjoy your eye candy treats.

Eatonton, Georgia, just about in the center of the state, and 1.2 hours east of Atlanta. Lake Oconee territory. Set there so you don’t know if a butterfly common to Florida may fly in or one readily seen in Massachusetts, instead. The straw that stirs the butterfly mix.

This Spicebush Swallowtail (Papilio Troilus) is well known to me in my Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania home. Seeing this male, spiffed up in his formal wear, 700 miles from home, well isn’t that something? Reminded me of some time ago when I saw Mike Tyson strolling down a mid-town NYC street, all decked out, with a blonde on each arm . . . .


2 thoughts on “Steppin’ Out in the Briar Patch . . .

  1. I was there with you …. I was melting into the Briarpatch with a serene smile on my face imagining you there hunkered down, camera focused with a giant sized lens to capture the iridenscence reflecting from the sun behind your back on a field of black perfection ….. And …. Boom! ….. unexpectedly, Mike Tyson appears out of nowhere, walking down a NYC street with a blonde on each side; and my serene Briarpatch smile, just as unexpectedly, explodes into a riotous laugh with, not yet swallowed hot tea, spewed over my iPad and dripping from my nose. You made my morning 📷☕️

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    • Joanne, Joanne, Joanne. Funny thing is, I’m picturing the scene you scripted, and it is like Circus Pospisil. I’m glad you held your position, and didn’t charge through the huge perennial bed, urging him for his John Hancock. Ok, yes, you get the award for one of the most colorful ‘Comments’ of the Quarter!


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