I can't phone my Granny to let her know I saw my first butterfly today, but I'm sure she'd be utterly thrilled that it wasn't a peacock, or a tortoiseshell, or a cabbage white that I saw: it was a majestic red admiral.
photo by Brian Stone
If I were more of a hippy than I am, perhaps I might think that by dreaming of butterflies, my subconscious is telling me that something is transforming, or has transformed recently, in my life. It'll have something to do with metamorphosis or transition, certainly... what do you think?
But tbh I'm more interested in pretty butterfly things...
You are too? Well, let's get on with it then!
Have you seen any butterflies yet this year?