Butterfly Garden at the Minnesota Zoo

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I've spent a good amount of time pointing out and exclaiming over ants, worms, beetles, spiders, and other small insect creatures this summer, so forgive me if I sometimes get completely taken in by the grace of these airy dancers. My boy calls them simply "butter." And, yes. But also, can we just pause a moment and consider how incredible it is that anything at all can flap its bits of wings and fly?

Location: Minnesota Zoo, 13000 Zoo Blvd, Apple Valley, MN 55124, USA

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  1. shoreacresAugust 18, 2014 at 10:14 PM

    Beautiful photos of obviously fun experiences. When I was little, I called them "flutter-bys."

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    1. Emily BrisseAugust 19, 2014 at 3:29 PM

      That was the name of my rocking horse. :)

      It is a beautiful spot. Butterflies everywhere you look!

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  2. Minnesota Prairie RootsAugust 19, 2014 at 11:08 AM

    Beautiful words and images.

    It's always a joy to see nature through the eyes of a child, especially your own.

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    1. Emily BrisseAugust 19, 2014 at 3:30 PM

      That's been a highlight of the summer, Audrey. Having children gives you gray hairs, but they also keep you young.

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  3. WildBillAugust 19, 2014 at 1:29 PM

    Some very, very nice photos here Emily!

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    1. Emily BrisseAugust 19, 2014 at 3:30 PM

      Thanks, Bill! Someday I will be able to recognize and name more than the monarch...

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  4. BarbAugust 19, 2014 at 10:20 PM

    Emily, Enjoy your little boy and those butters! The shots are fabulous.

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