Butter wouldn't melt

This little insect was having a rare time on the lustrous buttercups. The dogs and I had a grand walk on the moor in fabulous warm weather. The bees were humming, the birds singing and the wild flowers in the long grasses were bobbing about luxuriantly. A real summer's day.

In the afternoon the garden beckoned and I diligently set to - I'm not sure you can tell much difference but I worked really hard.