Which came first, she wondered?
April is only a few days old, no hint of green in the centipede just yet...
but yesterday the field pansies passed beyond green, an explosion of violet and purple and gold;
and today, perched on the lip of lovely Viola bicolor, drinking deeply of her nectar, a butterfly, falcate orangetip.
Which came first, she pondered half aloud, the flower or the butterfly...
the butterfly or the flower?
And, as with all good questions, the answer is elusive.
A bit like the year's first butterfly, or the dainty little blossoms of the early wild pansies.
Answers are bit overrated, she decides.
The wondering's the important thing.