‘I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows.’ Butterflies will choose a sunny glade, a sheltered spot where warm air lingers over flowers rich in nectar, Their favourite bramble and thistle are on today's menu.
A hint of blue at my feet, like the petals of a flower. A long stem of seeding blue moor grass, not petals but wings.
Their grass-stem is tossed about in gusts of wind, in and out of frame, in and out of focus. The butterflies are like pole vaulters, flung into the air in an arc of flight. In their short life on the wing they must feed and breed and today is not as wild as yesterday. I love the pattern and texture of this tiny butterfly, and the chance to admire its beauty.
Ragwort is the food plant of the cinnabar moth caterpillar and they're easy to find. The moth is more elusive.