Mary - further to Spring is sprung.

After reading Mary’s comments about the sightings of the Small Tortoiseshell and Brimstone butterflies I went for a stroll around the garden, topping up the bird feeders, the speed at which the food disappears I am certain we must have an immigrant vulture. The donkeys, in need of a coat of paint, are facing into the west wind, butterflies, no chance, we are further north and living almost 1,000’ up, I beg your pardon 305 m and it takes a little longer to warm up.

Small Tortoiseshell by Mary Payne

Many years ago when I was in hospital, the man opposite was in a full body plaster cast in two halves. Every few hours they would put the two halve together and turn him over, when he was face down and he could look out of the window and all he could see was a flowering weed. When the grounds men came around to clean up, one of the lads asked them to leave that particular weed. When the weed died off they came and put another plant in its place. Until you are unable to look at the flowers and the weeds the bees and the butterflies you do not realise how much you miss them.

Tek care o’ thissen.
Jack
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