|A gaudy peacock butterfly soaking up food and sunshine|
I have felt all a bit pampered over the past week .
Three days of dressing up clean and tidy. Three days of city travel, good food and socialising.
Three days of West End Shows, family catch ups,and urban sightseeing
It has been fun.
Now I am back in my slightly ripped Walking Dead T shirt
The feet are grubby in my crocs
And the faint smell of chicken poo is coming from my knees after a few minutes kneeling over " Nettle"( the new chick who Sorrel adopted)
Funny how quickly normality returns
|The tortoiseshell and peacocks in the front garden|
Over the past few years the buddleia bushes that I planted in the back garden have been quiet and lonely but this year's warmth and sunshine has resurrected the populations of the cabbage white, red admiral and peacock species around the field and garden.
Every time I see them, beavering away around the Bosom's' cabbages, I am transported to those long hot summers of my childhood ( we all have this memory do we not?) where butterflies filled the air above your parents' herbaceous borders and squadrons of wasps drowned themselves in your tall glasses of orange squash which were left unattended in the sun
I have delighted in their return.