On Sunday, it looked a lot like summer in Central Park. (And thank goodness, because most of the previous week had been kinda grey and icky.) The great lawn was covered in baseball games and the others were covered in picnic blankets. Everything is green and lush and–it was hard to miss–there were butterflies everywhere! We passed by one particularly lovely spot, by the bridge behind the Met, where the flowers were full of Red Admirals. You may just be able to make them out here. Some people were gathered, discussing how the warm winter had allowed so many more to flourish (apparently it’s actually tied to an abundance of caterpillars in Texas, where the migration begins).
Hope you had a nice weekend!
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