Despite the ominous, dark grey clouds that hung above the down, threatening to burst at any moment, I got out for a weekend stroll along familiar paths and fields. I visited the pond at the top of the hill to find the bulrushes tall and growing strong, the fish jumping and the swallows swooping down for gulps of life giving water.
In the wooded areas, the canopy above is a dappled, bright translucent green, full of bird song, sycamore seeds and squirrels.
Amongst the hawthorn I found what is commonly known as cuckoo spit but is actually the bottom bubbles of the Froghopper larvae. The Froghopper larvae eat the sap of the plant they are on and then blow out bubbles to protect themselves and to keep themselves moist as their delicate bodies are growing and forming. If you carefully brush away the 'spit' then you will find a larvae buried inside. I was very lucky to find a common Froghopper too as these tiny bugs often hop away long before you can get a proper look at them.
Many butterflies danced above the barely fields but it was a small tortoiseshell butterfly this time that followed me along the bridleway, stopping, every now and then, a few feet away from me to soak up patches of sun.
Waterfalls of trailing bell flower fell from the walls of the houses in the lane and wild cherries, half ripe, waved at me in the breeze as if taunting me with their potential.
June is here, the frenzy of spring activity will slow for the summer and soon it will be the longest day of the year.
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