Shout out to Butterfly Lane!

 Years ago, thanks to a good friend’s tip, I stumbled upon a little slice of magic tucked away in Cape May Court House. It quickly became one of my favorite places to photograph two things I can never resist—wildflowers and butterflies. What began as a simple act of generosity from one local gentleman, scattering seeds along a quiet stretch of the bike path, has grown into what many now fondly call Butterfly Lane.

He’s still there often, tending to the blooms with the kind of care that feels almost old‑fashioned—watering them by hand, pulling stray weeds, checking on what’s sprouting and what’s fading. You can tell he’s not doing it for recognition. He does it because he loves watching things grow, and because he knows how much joy it brings to anyone who wanders by.

By midsummer, the lane comes alive. Bees drift from blossom to blossom, heavy with pollen. Swallowtails, monarchs, and little skippers dance through the air, never settling for long. The wildflowers sway in the breeze like they’re part of the choreography. It’s the kind of place where you instinctively lift your camera — not because you planned to, but because beauty keeps tapping you on the shoulder.​

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If you ever want to visit, you’ll find Butterfly Lane just off Shellbay Ave., running alongside the bike path. It’s easy to miss if you’re rushing, but unforgettable once you’ve seen it. A small, quiet reminder that beauty doesn’t always announce itself — sometimes it simply grows where someone cared enough to plant it.

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