A couple of days ago I noticed something fluttering in the front garden, It turned out to be the remains of a Small Tortoiseshell, enangled in a sider’s web. It was past help, but I thought I’d take a few pictures. If I ever need a picture of a dead butterfly with a spider I now have one in stock.
It was quite a cunning plan on behalf of the spider, stringing a web between the Red Valerian flowers and lying in wait for a passing pollinator. I imagine that it wou;d have preferred a nice juicy bee, but it got a butterfly. There must be plenty of food in a butterfly, but the wings are a bit of a waste.
I tried to get some close-ups, but must have touched a web, as the spider made a rush for me, defending its lunch. In such a David and Goliath situation we were always going to have a non-traditional outcome. I was never going to fall over after taking a rock between the eyes. Fortunately the spider didn’t push its luck and, after a sneer, it went back to eating.
Moving forward to Bank Holiday Monday, we went to the garden centre so that Julia could buy more plants. We always seem to be buying new plants. After the first half of the trip I hobbled back to the car, making much use of my walking stick, and allowed her to enjoy the centre without me holding her back. I am so noble.
There is, of course, nothing wrong with me, apart from laziness and the inability to put up with heat. I’m just a very bad husband. However, I was able to sit in a car in the shade and enjoy the breeze instead of sweating round a variety of converted polytunnels masquerading as a shop. I feel a little deception was good for my health.
Whether or not it remains good for my health if Julia reads this, we will have to see.
As I sat in the car I took a few photos. There wasn’t much to photograph, but when in doubt take a picture of things that look like a pattern. That’s why I took the pots and compost bags. They aren’t good photos, but they look like they could be. The one with the pots would have been better if they’d been stacked on the level. Or if I’d noticed they were sloping when I took the photo.
It was nice day, even if it was too hot for me, and even better when we were able to drive round with the air-conditioning on.
At least we weren’t disappointed by this garden centre.
It’s been in the 90s here again. I can relate….
For a minute I thought you meant Trump had taken you back in time…
Sometimes progress goes two steps backwards before it can go forward again. 🙂
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I liked reading your observations on the spider/butterfly. Accompanying other people while they shop is usually a bit boring.
Normally I like garden centres, but it was a bit hot and the “sale” stickers were a bit misleading.
I like those photos…let’s me know more of the area in which you inhabit.
Will do! 🙂
Great spider/butterfly tale. I’m sure the heat got to you
I’m built to resist cold rather than bask in the heat – think walrus. 🙂
Maybe – but it was vicious for anyone
It was. 🙂
How tough for you to have too much heat. You can guess how sympathetic I am.
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