A butterfly alights in the mulch of our track, and vanishes. But I see its shadow even when the butterfly has closed its wings and become invisible. When those wings open just a little I see it's a red admiral. There 's peacock and tortoiseshell and a few whites, not large numbers but this has been such a poor summer for butterflies I seize the day and delight in it.
Perfect weather for late-summer dragonfly and damselfly mating, hot and rather humid with bright sun . On the fringes of Sizergh lakes they zip about, low over the edge of the water and over grassy banks. Too quick to photograph, just flashes of movement and hints of colour. White water lilies are in bloom and I love the seethe and bubble of late-summer aquatic plants. Two mating red darters fly low over water-lily pads, locked together in nuptial flight. Too and fro they go, now I see them, now I don't. Never settling but I think they dip down to the water to deposit eggs on fronds of vegetation. Afterwards, I search my images to see when I have them, when I have a bewitching mix of floating seeds and the first fallen leaves of late summer and strands of aquatic plants.
Some visitors are attracted by flickering glimpses of dragonflies and look to see them settle which does not happen. Noone who passed those lovely brimstones seemed to give them a second glance. It's the life of the garden. Where would we be without pollinators?