A Field of Clover
There was a marvellous butterfly hovering over wild purple phlox last July as I pulled out of the drive . I stopped. It stopped. I went back into the house for the camera. I crept carefully up on it, aimed, fired…………..no memory card. The laptop was in the car with the memory card in it.
Did I get the picture? No, but the field down the road was full of butterflies……….laughing at me.
