There were a lot of butterflies at Westwell Hall today. This one was easier to photograph than the other ephemeral beauties. But only barely better. The brisk breeze made it challenging to produce a blurless image, but at least this gladioli couldn’t flit off to the next garden.



“You need to get some string to tie up the gladdies before they topple over.”  These were my parting words to Nancy Nightingale last week.

Arriving for my singing lesson today, I could help but smile when I saw her alternative.  That’s my gal.