Butterflies

It wasn't even that sunny on the puppy walk this morning, but just the fact that it wasn't tipping down with rain was sufficient to bring out oodles of little blue violet butterflies. Determined to dispel their airy fairy image of flitting from flower to flower they lavished their attentions on streaks of mineral deposits from cement work and patches of bird pooh on the road, bless them. They were only disturbed for a moment as we walked past, but I took the liberty of deciding on them in that moment as my theme for this day.
One virtue of all the rain is the general mossyness prevalent at this season. Almost all the block and concrete abutments that line the mountain roads are now incomparably fine contoured carpets of green.