One of the wild flowers I have growing in my garden is the periwinkle. It grows on the narrow strip of land next to the side wall of my house, and looks quite at home with other plants which should (purportedly) be there such as snapdragons, teasels, climbing roses, basil, and a forsythia bush.
Well, yesterday – when it was sunny – I arrived at the top of my garden and something leaped into my vision like a nugget of gold on a pebble beach. There was an orange tip butterfly (the first of the season) sitting on a periwinkle flower and feeding on the nectar in the middle. This is a periwinkle:
And this is an orange tip butterfly. (Sorry I can’t overlay one onto the other, but I don’t have the equipment or the expertise to do fancy stuff like that. Please employ your imagination):
I found the relative shapes, patterns, and colours so startling that everything else – the wall, the plants, the tall hedge, the shrubs, the lawn – became merely three-dimensional, but the butterfly on the periwinkle belonged to the fourth.
It’s because I’m neurodivergent, you see. I’ve known I’m neurodivegent ever since somebody on YouTube told me I am, but I haven’t been so diagnosed as yet because I don’t know anybody who would consider it an issue.
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