I had a good kind of cry today
It was a brief sort of weep. A happy one.
A nice one indeed.
Years ago I planted several buddleia which always bloom in late July and today in the oppressive heat , their blooms seemed to explode with their tiny nectar filled flower heads.
A mass of butterflies descended on the cottage today, and their numbers included the beautiful leopard spotted Comma with their fluted and oh so delicate scalloped wings.
The air was alive with them this afternoon
Half Blind twelve year old William loves to chase bees , but the butterflies are so much easier for him to see, and I teared up briefly as I watched him gleefully chasing their fluttering shapes around the flower beds like a silly uncoordinated puppy