Butterflies and our hotel on St. Martin
When we first came to St Martin in the late ‘90s, I remember being in awe of the little white and pastel yellow butterflies, that were in such abundance, as you walked through a meadow.
They were like snow falling up from the ground, and going back to the heavens! Small puddles in the roads and pathways became watering holes, and by the thousands, these creatures would gather.
A light breezes might send them off to be scattered all about the land and sea. With time passing I had not noticed them as much, perhaps as I did not wander the countryside as I did when my sons were young, and we explored every hill and field, beach and bay of this little island…swimming, sailing, hiking and flying kites.
They went off to schools, and their returns less frequent.
A friend, William Slayter who owns and operates the Butterfly Farm, tells me that these are Cabbage White butterflies (the yellow ones too), and they are indeed seasonal, and dependent on having a good solid rain in November to facilitate a good hatching in early December.
We in Grand Case have had those rains, though other parts of the island have not, so the show can be extremely localized.
The boys, now away following their own paths and dreams, are seldom with us here anymore, but this December, the butterflies are back, and they recall my fond memories of raising our sons in this magical place of sunshine, beautiful clear waters, thousands of butterflies and laughing, smiling faces. I think it may be time to fly a kite again…