Sitting side by side in the butterfly hand feeding tent, a parent and child coax a butterfly onto a juicy cube of watermelon. The butterfly’s tongue unrolls and it begins to drink.
Salt Creek Butterfly Farm
the observers — the interpreters — the artists
the inquisitive — the ticklish — the gentle
the bold — the healers — the healing
Observers
Interpreters
Verbally describing the patterning of a butterfly wing informs a child’s painting.
“There is a black band at the edge of the wing. It is filled with white speckles.”
Artists
Gardeners plant with sensitivity to color, texture and form. Their artwork unfolds over entire seasons.
Inquisitive
A caterpillar becomes a chrysalis, and finally a full sized butterfly emerges.
How can that even happen?
Ticklish
The little red wigglers from our organic worm composter tickle and wriggle as they slip through a child’s little fingers.
Gentle AND Bold
Holding a velvety Giant Silk Moth in her hands, a child is mesmerized as wings slowly open and close.
Healers
A caregiver, held in the leafy arches of the sacred willow, looks over the still pond, listens to frogs croaking, watches clouds drifting by ever so slowly
— and feels restored.
Healing
For a child who has lost a parent, holding a monarch, whispering to it something they didn’t have a chance to say, then gently letting the butterfly fly away
— is healing.