And of course, it was a Cabbage White. Typically the first to arrive, most often the last to depart.
Hardy buggers. Foreign invaders too, but that was 150 years or so ago and I wonder how long it takes before an invader becomes a resident. I grew up with these. They were never not here.
I wonder too what the little fellow eats. It's been a cold, dreary spring. That's made my treasured Lupine happy, but those're a ways away yet. Only Bluebells and Daffodils are in residence. Not much food there.
The pioneer butterfly this morning was a fleeting glimpse in a warming sun and my having seen it was entirely enough for today. |
| August, 2018 |
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