One Last Tiny Sip...

The weather is about to take her toll on the gardens, and all the tiny folk who live in them. 

Chilly tonight, colder tomorrow, and then more rain... How is a poor small white to manage? One last slurp at the verbena.

Tomorrow, although colder, is due to be dryer. Which will be nice as I'm off to catch up with a genealogist relative. On Morrigan. 

Heated gloves are available. But not for butterflies.