My wife Kate and I have been hitting the gardening with a vengeance, catching up on the weeds and some pruning that got away from us. Rain + heat = lots of weeds. Whilst taking a break with a coffee, we watched a rosella and a honeysucker (as Elliot calls them) sucking nectar out of the red flowering gum, followed by a blue and black butterfly skimming over the blossoms. This prompted Kate to remark that you don’t see many butterflies these days, which initiated a discussion as to how things were different from when we were children.
It caused both of us to ask what’s happened to…
