GrandDaughter mixes a magic potion in Granddad's tea-cup. Drop of tea and bit of crisp, soggy bread and crumb of cake, mix it well and mix it long and you'll find a froggy before too long.
The sweetest flower of all.
'Oh look, GrandDaughter, a big fat caterpillar.' I'd like to say that the photo is out of focus deliberately so you can see what I saw without my glasses but it was a fortunate accident. Turns out that what Granny was so carefully pointing out to GrandDaughter was two butterflies enjoying a bit of nookie in the warm afternoon sunshine.
I didn't even know butterflies had sex! 
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Maybe they were just necking...along the lines of 2 fifteen-year olds allowed to go do one of their bedrooms by a gullible parent who really believes their own child doesn't have sex...
love Cynical Shirl xx (smilingly)
Hmmmm...
then I wonder where caterpilars come from.
I didn't know that either, but then I guess...that's where the caterpillars come from. *huh*
That's it, shirl! I knew it was innocent.
Not cocoons then, katney? I need to read up on the mating habits of butterflies I think.
You'd better read up to, leslie!
Oh gosh!!! those top two photos. How profound and cute :-)
She is a beauty, Liz.
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