Tiger was no substitute for butterflies

Damien Enright suggests we slow down and enjoy life.

LAST week, I sent off my column commenting on the absence of butterflies a day before deadline and next morning found a magnificent Red Admiral sunning itself outside my work room door.

Had I waited, I could have opened the piece with a positive whoop (like Gilbert White celebrating the arrival of the first swallow) such as “Vanessa atalanta on my doorstep, the first of summer!”.