As I watch it rain in
I must beg your pardon. I never promised you a rose garden. Michigan
The flowers on the chives in the herb garden at my daughter’s home are a favourite with butterflies and dragonflies. I have had to spend time on the web to identify what they are. If I’ve got their names wrong please let me know.
This butterfly was reluctant to fully open its wings:
However this little beauty was more obliging:
It was an elegant dragonfly that really caught my eye:
The most prolific dragonfly was this vicious brute seen here on a post to the deck at the back of the house:
This was more at home on a rock by the lake:
What looked like blue-flying matchsticks just stayed on the reeds. It was only when you look closer you can see they are stripped.
Meanwhile the roses in the bed in the centre of the back paddock are ignored by butter- and dragonflies alike.
“I beg your pardon.
I never promised you a rose garden.”
You will have to make do with these pictures instead.