Mid-August and a time for gardeners to rest on their laurels although surveying my colourless areas there are few prizes to be had. The organic garden lives up to its name with disease and pest reaching their climax; aphid hosts, sweet pea virus, shredded leaves and sap-sucked buds. Rain is welcome but the North wind blows and lately summer sun has been more miss than hit so that already plants seem to be giving themselves up to the inevitability of Autumn’s Damocles sword.
This somewhat jaded view has been brightened by the emergence of my captive bred Painted Lady butterflies. Although I missed the moments of transition from pupa to winged creatures, their transient presence has been a delightful study with some soul soaring seconds of elation on ultimate release.
Wake butterfly, It’s late, we’ve miles to go together
Kind Words