The first butterfly…

One of my favourite authors, right up there with Maupassant and Thomas Hardy, as presented by Sue Vincent.

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

moomintroll and the snork maiden by tove jansson

There was a loud buzzing coming from behind the willow screen, echoing in the narrow passage beside the house. I stood still and waited, watching with a smile as the first bumblebee of spring emerged from its winter quarters.

The fog had lifted, revealing a sky of clear blue. I took off my fleece to wash the car, for the first time this year, I was too warm… and it is only February. Everywhere you look there are signs of spring and it lifts the heart.

Looking up, I caught sight of the year’s first butterfly, a good month earlier than the last two years. Once again, it was a deep yellow… almost golden.

I thought back to something I had written a couple of years ago, because, as always, a yellow butterfly takes me straight back to childhood and Moomin Valley, for…

“…as everyone knows, if the first butterfly…

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

9 thoughts on “The first butterfly…”

    1. Liking the Moomins is a bit like liking dogs or cats. I think I can safely say that if someone tells me they have never heard of the Moomins/don’t see what’s so great about the Moomins, I am not going to like that person.

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