In the chilly morning on Doornberg, at the Vleihuisie, I walked outside and noticed a moth sitting quite still on the stone wall of the little house. Then I saw another. As my eyes became attuned to moth pattern recognition, the walls turned into moth mosaics. There they all were: the indistinct flying objects of the previous night, beating softly against the glass door to get in to the light, now in perfect focus. They were absolutely gorgeous.
I was mesmerised, and very sorry that I had not brought along my mother's South African insect book. Put that on my wish list.
They looked like fur coat-wearing ghosts from the 1920's.
As the day warmed, their numbers dwindled.
If anyone is good with moths...
...please help me identify them.
A whole world to explore.
I'm falling in love again...never wanted to, what am I to do?
I can't help it.