Small Tortoiseshell

Good morning, good morning, good morning! I mysteriously lost my internet connection for most of yesterday. Tried everything, not a squeak. Dear Husband came home, flicked a switch on the modem, abracadabra, all fixed. Don't you just hate that?!

But it was a good thing really not to have access to the internet (although that wasn't what I was saying at the time), it was a lovely day and I should have been outside anyway. The garden neeeded some attention - it got three hours' worth - and like the butterfly grazing on the nectar, I luxuriated in the spring sunshine with the blossom from the cherry tree floating down in the breeze like pink snow.