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The moths at the window on a summer night

You leave the kitchen light on after washing up, and within minutes they arrive. Pale wings tap against the glass. Some hover, some settle, some circle in that erratic flight that looks like bad navigation but is perfect purpose.

Richmond upon Thames hosts over three hundred moth species. Most never trouble your vision. They pollinate by night, feed on nectar from honeysuckle and jasmine, and vanish before breakfast. The ones at your window are drawn by artificial light, mistaking it for the moon they evolved to navigate by.

Look closely and you will see them: the dot patterns on a peppered moth, the cream and russet of a large yellow underwing, the tiny white plume moths that look like folded paper. Each one is named, mapped, monitored by volunteers who count them across the borough’s gardens and commons.

They matter more than their size suggests. They feed bats, birds, hedgehogs. They measure air quality, climate shifts, habitat health. A single summer night can bring thirty species to one suburban window.

Turn off the light when you are done. They will find their way to the roses, the privet, the things that actually need them.

What comes to your window after dark? Share what you have seen.

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The hum of a still summer garden

On a hot, breathless afternoon, when even the breeze seems to have given up, your garden becomes a theatre of small dramas. Stand still for a moment. Listen. The air hums. Lavender spikes are thick with bees right now, their bodies dusted gold with pollen. They work methodically, flower to flower, oblivious to the heat. […]

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The first butterfly is here

You see it before you quite register what it is. A flicker of orange and brown low over the grass, then gone. The small tortoiseshell is often the first butterfly you’ll spot in Richmond upon Thames, emerging on warm February days or, more reliably, in March. It spent winter tucked in a shed or hollow […]

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The dragonflies are back at the ponds

You might have spotted them already. The dragonflies have returned to Richmond’s ponds and quieter stretches of the Thames. They hover, dart, and hang suspended above the water like tiny helicopters made of stained glass. The common darter is usually the first you’ll see: rusty red, quick to settle on a warm stone. Then come […]

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The garden hum you never think to name

You notice the roses first. The climbers at Marble Hill, the borders along Petersham Road, the pink flush in your neighbour’s front patch. Peak season means colour, yes, but also sound. Stand still for a moment and the hum arrives. Honeybees working the petals, hoverflies hovering, mining bees slipping into the earth beneath. Most of […]

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A Peacock butterfly and the allium it circled three times

You see them often enough in summer, the Peacock butterflies with their four false eyes staring from russet wings. But watching one work is different. This one hovered above an allium in a Twickenham front garden yesterday afternoon. The purple globe swayed slightly in the breeze. The butterfly landed, folded its wings, then opened them […]

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