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?
Good question.
And, as with all good questions, the answer is elusive.
Ephemeral.
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.
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