White and Yellow
Since my return from the Cevennes I have noticed some butterflies but within minutes they needed to hide for the next rain shower. It's increadible how much rain is coming down and down again and how many acres are flooded. The farmers and/or the water company started cleaning the ditches which means a lot of nature/plant destruction. It's sad because due to this intensive procedure most of the wild flowers are gone and with them the butterflies!
These are the days that I'm longing to return to France, to the laissez faire country with meadows full of butterflies, good cheese and some old French cars!
After Yellow is it the turn to White. The poet's narcissus is growing in the wild on the higher meadows of the Cevennes. A part of them was already be out of flower but when we visited the Mont Lozere I found a kind of moor area with a lot of pink orchids and a lot of flowering white daffodils. As my clothes already were soaked by the dew, I did not doubt to lie down in the wet area for a lower position. The early sunlight came over the mountain and lightened up a part of the background for some seconds.
There was one butterfly species which we found everywhere....the Black-veined White. The first days we found single butterflies but after days with higher temperatures we found them resting in groups and/or mating. Near a road I found two butterflies which were heavy in love but taking a sharp close-up of their wings was'nt easy due to a lot of passing cars and trucks.....they (the wind they caused) ruined my composition and depth of focus.
Both Whites were freshly emerged and the difference in colour and size between male (white and smaller) and female (yellowish and larger) is visible.
Recently I returned from a nice and warm week in the Cevennes. Together with Hans, Marielle, Mees, Debbie, Jacco, Frank and Gerard (the Palinka club) I searched for 'special' butterflies. The first morning after arrival we visited some beautiful flower meadows but it was cold and very windy. Almost immediately we found a resting Queen of Spain Fritallary so I had good hope to find more and particularly not common fritallaries that week.
But also in the Cevennes the amount of butterflies was lower than normal due to a cold spring. During our stay the temperatures were rising day by day and the number of butterflies were growing every day. But, the two species which I hoped to see/photograph I did not find.
Jibt dir dit Leben mal een Buff, denn weene keene Träne. Lach Dir'n Ast und setz Dir druff und baumle mit de Beene.