by Jessie Blunt
“I’VE watched you now a full half-hour,
Self-poised upon that yellow flower;
And, little Butterfly! indeed
I know not if you sleep or feed.
How motionless! not frozen seas
More motionless! and then
What joy awaits you, when the breeze
Hath found you out among the trees,
And calls you forth again!” William Wordsworth
I am seeing brimstone butterflies almost every day now; the male is bright sulphur yellow, and the female much paler and almost white. It is as if the cowslips have decided to free themselves from their earthly ties and take to the sky. The warm weather has also stirred the bumblebees into action, taking advantage of the myriad of spring flowers that are carpeting the edges of Lollards Pits.
The air was full of the sound of the many skylarks that sing as they climb, and then tumble back down towards the ground. The starlings were busy at being busy whilst the lapwings impressed each other with their splendid aerobatics. I sometimes wonder how I manage to get anything done with all this distracting entertainment…