Comma

I’d customarily be out looking for daffodils for my St David’s Day blip, but the first butterfly of the year trumps that.

It seemed sunny enough and potentially warm enough for an early butterfly so I made sure to check my regular spots for any early emergences. There was no sign in the community garden, but in the meadow at the edge of Spring Wood a Comma was basking on a bramble leaf exactly where I expected to see one.