Painted Ladies in the Loft

I might not have known they were Painted Ladies if not for the 'Butterflies of the Highlands' pamphlet in my hands.  I was in the loft looking for the little purple spiral bound book, 'Edible Flowers', so naturally I was standing there instead thinking about butterflies looking for love in all the wrong places.  I cajoled one limp-looking butterfly down the stairs and out into the fresh air, where it promptly spread its wings and revealed herself as a Painted Lady. So now I'll be back up the stairs for the others. After all, they come a long way and it's  hardly Highland hospitality to leave them stranded like the madwoman in the attic.

It has been one of those days where I thought I knew what I was doing next only to find myself detoured.

Still haven't found the edible flowers book or the red cabbage recipe, but the rose petals are drying nicely. More about that later. For now, back to Painted Lady rescue.