Birds and Bees... and Butterflies and Flowers

Yeah, that "little discussion" I'll be forced to have with Harry when he is a bit older is likely to be a bit more complex than my parents had to deal with, but that is not what this post is about. This post is about actual birds, bees, flowers, and butterflies.

Last month, the family went to the National Aquatic Gardens, located just inside the Capital Beltway off of 295. We had been there before but this was the first trip when it wasn't scorching hot. It made a big difference.

So yeah, pictures.



The logistics of parenthood.



"Our destination is over yonder, son."



"Flowers? It's just flowers? Where are the snakes I was promised?"



"Well, there are butterflies...



butterflies cavorting with bees...



but it is mostly flowers, yes."



"Flowers, flowers, flowers, a bird!"



"And you can't forget that this place avails us the opportunity to make some obvious observations about the ephemeral nature of life."



"Look Harry, that water lily sinking into the pond after a brief blaze of insane beauty is just like Ophelia from Hamlet."