A Whisper of Wings and a Dash of Daydreaming You know, some of the truly lovely ideas, the ones that really take root and blossom, often appear when you're least expecting them. It was a rather splendid late spring afternoon, not so long ago, and I found myself simply moseying about in the garden, a mug of Earl Grey, quite cold by then, resting idly on the weathered stone bench. The air hummed with that particular lazy buzz of summer approaching, carrying the faint, sweet scent of honeysuckle. Suddenly, a flutter of vivid colour zipped past a cluster of fragrant lavender – a Painted Lady butte...
