Eventually I sit down at the edge of the pond, and let the damselflies drift along the bank towards me. They settle on the grasses or glide over the water, just there. It seems in part magical as these little slivers of jewellery waft around. Mostly Common Blues …. but some red ones too. At one time, they were called the ‘Devil’s darning needles’ – and the myth was that if perchance you were to lie and sleep beside the water, they would come and sew your eyelids up – a story to scare the kids.
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