Hellebore...

... There's a fairy sheltering inside (you might be able to see it?). 

(Well, there should be if there isn't. Where are all the fairies?). 

Is it just me, or does blipping make the days just slip through your fingers? Like butter? Already it's almost the end of September. I feel quite melancholy about it but there's no point in wallowing; soon lovely October and all of the Octobery deliciousnesses, both in the pantry and in the Great Outdoors. 
(Pantry though? If ever there was a word to conjure past times? The colour to go with it would be a very particular shade of green, not unlike the one in the image. And a whiff of slight dampness. Vinegar, and big mixing bowls... But I digress). 

There are fairies to be sought.