Sometimes the garden grows so fast there isn’t time to breath. Our weather has been very hot and very wet. The air is saturated in moisture and the garden feels like a hot house. The weeds are growing, the trees are growing, the flowers are growing and the slugs are multiplying.
The air is perfumed. Lime trees are in full bloom and the perfume somehow reminds me of my mother’s washing powder and all seems clean and safe. The sweet chestnut is also in flower and the feathery blossoms are heavy, exotic and unfamiliar and they make make me sneeze.
The moth trap is full of the usual suspects. The light emerald wouldn’t leave my finger and the little emerald with its raggy wing seemed determined to make a point, but what it was, is as elusive as perfume and the racing days.
Cathy's real country garden 
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Good post and pictures. There’s been no rain here for two weeks. I see the occasional moth, generally small ones, on the plot and often have problems identifying them. xx
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It is very hard to identify most moths! I have a moth trap that allows me to get close to them before they fly off, but it has still taken me years to work out even the common ones with any certainty. Xx
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very evocative. I love the ‘raggy wings’
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I am glad you liked it!
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Lovely photo 🙂
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