A small white attracts my attention.
She sits there very quietly being beautiful.
Flies love flowers too.
Then I spot a special scene.
A crab spider stands invitingly with its legs wide while a hoverfly (unaware of the danger) is collecting nectar.
The first victim is already fallen. How will this end?
Everywhere flowers are fragrant and colorful.
Insects of all shapes and sizes dive on top of them.
Again I encounter a small cabbage white.
Here she shows her tongue.
Wherever there are flowers to be seen, there are whites fluttering around.
I spontaneously flutter along. Maybe I have butterflies in my stomach.
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