Survivor of the Fall

Just when I got used to the +25°C temperature, the summer's gone. We went to the summer place today to pick up the apples and our potatoe-farming try-outs.

Although it's been quite chilly for a couple of weeks I spotted a few grasshoppers, and this tiny, pretty butterfly. Didn't look her up yet, anxious to know what she's called.

In May I blipped my first butterfly spotting of the year, will she be the last?