Musings of a butterfly mind

Morning storms flatten the landscape. Leaves swirl, soddened by the heavy rain. Pummelled by the mighty winds. Trampled on. Just another day in sunny England.

Insects, bees, butterflies, all things beautiful shelter from the foreboding skies, lest they be lost in the impending storm.

Petals; long lashes of pure innocence lay scattered on the luscious green of the mid-summer lawn. Bereft. All hope gone. Swept away, to be replaced by others.

Silken webs adorn the hedgerows. Warn us of imminent danger Spiders are near. Ready to pounce.

Our little birds have long since flown the nest. Left the scene of the crime. Sad, but true.