Ladybird

Ladybird, ladybird,
Fly away home,
Your house is on fire
And your children all gone;
All except one
And that's little Ann,
And she has crept under

The warming pan.
(poem by Mother Goose)


My first sighting of the year in the garden, where I spent most of the day sowing seeds, mowing the lawn and attacking the shrubbery taking over the greenhouse!