Sunday, December 16, 2012
Diary entries: fritillaries
Small (1 cm) fritillaries (?) flitter fussily low over the grass, and come to rest momentarily on the granite square, holding their wings above their frail bodies, and tripping forward with mincing steps, perhaps the stone is too hot underfoot, like dhows or sailboats moving leisurely upon a granite sea. A moment's respite, and they flutter away restlessly.