|six spot burnet moths|
|small skipper or Essex skipper - not sure which|
Everything rolls around in the end doesn't it. We got to the end of term on Friday, with a giant exhale. The biggest boy walked out of the school gates for the last time, it'll be secondary school for him in September. The last couple of weeks were filled with trips, a play, an Oscars night, a Year 6 assembly and last but not least the leavers' service in church. And then it was all done, and he walked home from school, while I stayed in the playground for a while with the other two. I watched him go, all alone, and something tore inside me a little. There's a lot he'll do on his own now. And of course that is how it should be.
Friday evening there was cricket for the bigs and a beavers end-of-term shindig for the little. Afterwards we had chips, just to top off the sweets and chocolate and fizzy drinks and heady emotion from earlier. On Saturday we detoxed with a walk up Painswick Beacon. The open grassland has drifts of wildflowers in places and it's good for butterflies. There were lots of marbled whites, as well as the other ones pictured. I hope I've labelled them correctly.
Today we hung around close to home, settling into holiday mode. We saw a friend, signed up for the summer reading challenge at the library and dodged the showers in the garden. I read a couple of pages of the tidying-up book at the weekend, and I've pretty much cleared the room that will be the middle boy's bedroom, in a wild fit of decluttering.
The kitchen is full of berries and cherries. The cherries were partly purloined from my neighbour's tree. I filched a load that were hanging over our side, and then confessed. He told me to help myself to some more as well. I'll need the stepladder I think. There are masses of blueberries, two bowlfuls today alone. I made muffins with some of them. The blackbird family are doing their best to help out as well.
Wishing you all a wonderful summer. CJ xx
Butterfly and moth names edited, thank you Countryside Tales!