tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23818283.post-20522116967790551162008-04-01T23:58:00.003+01:002008-04-02T00:10:12.159+01:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CiuaRAVNwYs/R_LAXs-RvHI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Tzto-2ZT7UM/s1600-h/20040401+Peacock+butterfly+BHW.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184417634498755698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CiuaRAVNwYs/R_LAXs-RvHI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Tzto-2ZT7UM/s400/20040401+Peacock+butterfly+BHW.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>One of perfect, warm, blue sky days that make one really believe winter is receding fast. At the edge of Brede High Woods, where the cold mud is at its stickiest and wettest, this peacock butterfly floated down and settled a yard or two in front of me. For me the first of the year - gorgeous.</div>Patrick Roperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05656486045726647263noreply@blogger.com