Gloria thinks that I am talking about her, but I am teasing. I am talking about the garden at Wisley. We have known her for many decades and become comfortable without the need for pretence.
Our dear friend clearly had a problem with wind in the night (still not Gloria) and she has opened the door to welcome us without regard to her appearance and we feel welcome without noticing it.
Butterflies are pretty enough but I can't help being saddened by the futility of these ones, flapping away their pointless lives without even the chance of offspring. I am sure that once they are gone the greenhouse will be fumigated to eliminate any little munching caterpillars.
Among other innovations, this green wall has just been completed. Perhaps it will inspire a generation of green wallers.
The Lepidopteridiots had overdosed on bright colours and were being taken outside in small groups to calm down.
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