Blushing sweetly

Another delicately beautiful moth came to call last night, following yesterday's lovely white Peacock. This one is the Maiden's Blush, a sweet name which illustrates another aspect of the age-old complications in relationships between men and women.

The Large Yellow Underwing could be a Lawrentian man, showing interest...

The White Peacock bird in D H Lawrence's novel, which I mentioned in yesterday's post, is used by a discontented character as a simile for one of the novel's leading women characters whom he sees as vain and empty-headed, a showy bird-brain.  A maiden's blush stands as a metaphor for a different sort of femininity, modest, inexperienced and winning general approval. From men at least.

This one, with its very subtle shade of blush on the lower forewing, was accompanied by a third delicate white moth which I am pretty sure is a Cream Wave. There are, however, a number of waves which - as always with UK moths - can be frustratingly similar. So I will do some double-checking after breakfast.

Finally, to make a trio of lovelies such as that which confronted Paris in Greek myth, here is a battered but still very appealing Bordered Beauty, slumbering on the moth trap's cowl with the lamp behind. Altogether, a very rewarding spell this morning with the eggboxes.