The butterfly of the morning was brimstone and they were fresh and lovely. Fragrant water-mint was in flower but fading, with purple loosestrife and yellow loosestrife. This time last year the flora was still fresh. Now a rainy summer had made vegetation rank but the flowers hadn't lasted. With less nectar available there were far fewer butterflies. We enjoyed the few that appeared when the sun broke through cloud.
We return to the spot where holly blue danced about our feet but they are gone. Driving home along a country lane, we glimpse a blue butterfly- too fleeting to be sure.
So on this August morning in 2023 I was pleased to see the rich colour on a Comma, alighted with open wings first on Hemp Agrimony, then on Angelica.