Every time I pick a bunch of flowers in the garden to make up a posy, I think about our Dear Friend Ti as we used to take a posy whenever we visited her. Regular readers will remember Ti as our 105 year old friend who loved us sharing poems with her. We miss her, her sense of fun and her joyful disposition.
The butterfly that I couldn’t identify.
Awakening Wonders
July 3, 2025 at 10:02 pm
Simply beautiful!
snoakes7001
July 3, 2025 at 9:38 pm
According to Google, the butterfly is a red admiral with closed wings https://www.google.com/search?client=ms-android-xiaomi-rev1&sca_esv=5da2b0c0536aa051&sxsrf=AE3TifPGncgWkYDKzy2decjhNeu4HQLR-g:1751578573015&udm=2&fbs=AIIjpHyTFN8BbSyNXQ3oA-fn7H5NUrrIpQXg7ywPuzBdcoqHY9koTyP2YoWqyTioW_DKM8eF3UI8-9tYkz9F06H7m7gA_0vpuI3XVjj_hWheKd2-WdUC0HBRmFvDXNHu7M8QpN0FMhBTTrEgjxkj5FHI5iHQiwqVo0VG-UQOMr_S-TbchvKmojFSN4vXy4pMQarAxfiVyq1FuZEspQEMyVm1uFPlwDVLk5GP0WX_KmCFXdYVGLy23oA&q=red+admiral+with+closed+wings+uk&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwi884_V0qGOAxUMYEEAHaWyIj0QtKgLegQIDhAB&biw=392&bih=720&dpr=2.75