Ladybirds seem to have been around in my life forever. From the poem I learnt as little girl:
‘Ladybird, ladybird fly away home, Your house is on fire and your children are gone, All except one, and her name is Ann, And she hid under the frying pan.’
…to my collection of Ladybird books both old and new. Five Little Kittens and Smoke and Fluff being favourites then and The Ladybird Book of the Hangover and The Ladybird Book Of Red Tape now. The Emperor’s New Clothes I keep as a memento of my son playing the lead role in the school play. Scarred on my mind is the end scene of him wearing nothing but a crown, underpants, plimsolls and a tie. I’ve also not got over the mortifying suggestion of one of the ‘school dads’ that I should look at changing my butcher. It’s not for want of an empty pantry trust me, he’s just annoyingly lithe!
…and finally to what a welcome sight they are in the garden. I’m more than happy that they come to stay and feed on the greenfly. I literally could have done with a whole army, navy and airforce of them to keep the little pests off my sweet peas last summer!Spiritually, I read that the ladybird is, amongst other things, a symbol of ‘a happy resolution to a hassle’. Now that’s something we could all do with from time to time! So, without further ado, let’s knit one.