I cannot remember a time when butterflies were not a fixture in my childhood home. They adorned shelves, hung on walls, sat atop tables, and decorated counter tops. It was a fascination that began during my mother’s childhood, a time in which she often chased these colorful insects around the yard and read about them in school. Once, she even did a special project on them. As a young adult, she began to collect them, or their likeness, that is. Today, one would be hard pressed to find a single room in her house that does not reflect her dedication to the butterfly. A stroll through the place would reveal things like brooches, pendants, pictures, and ornamental plates along with pillows, paintings, figurines, and assorted jewelry. In other words, butterflies are the décor of choice around the Furtick home, and there’s really no close second. (Well, there are her grandchildren. One does find lots and lots of pictures of grandchildren throughout the place.)
For many years, I didn’t get it. Why commit so much energy to collecting items that feature the image of a butterfly? It seemed rather inane to me. Why the fascination, I would wonder.
Then one day I got it.
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