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  • I adore Kelly's American butterflies. English butterflies are usually less gorgeous. This one is a Speckled Wood. It likes the edges... hedgerows, the margins between fields and woods... it's camouflaged, it hides. (See if you can spot it?)

    Another butterfly which haunts the periphery is the Gatekeeper. I love that name. The Gatekeeper guards that littoral between the open field and the dark, distrustful wood. It hovers between the two, and is sexually dimorphous, and is named after Tithonus, the guy who was doomed to live forever while continuing to grow old (thanks to the Goddess who wished eternal life upon him making a bit of a cock-up).

    I am going to build a writing hut in my French garden, just at the place where the garden turns into the wood. I'm going to lurk there. Sort of like Thoreau.

    But on the edge.
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