Our butterfly bush is in its first flush of blooms – later than usual, like so much of the garden this summer – and it’s been enticing the bees and butterflies, handily earning its namesake. It’s even helped to attract the first monarch we’ve seen this year – a happy return of a beautiful creature whose sightings have gone depressingly down in the last few summer seasons.
In the front yard I noticed that a new butterfly bush has seeded itself along the driveway – a most unfortunate location that I will rectify should it survive this winter’s salt barrage. Most of the garden plans at this point are taking place in my head, as I’ve more or less given up on anything major for the rest of this summer – my heart is not in it, and without that my body is certainly not about to lead.
