The Butterfly Garden Rises ...
One of the great surprises of the past two seasons has been Honi - The Butterfly Garden -- down in an unused corner of the yard. It was the space for a regular garden, I assume, put in by the earlier owners, but we made nothing of it until last season when we dumped some garden soil on it and, like Onan, spread some seeds upon the ground.
Last year was good.
This year is great.
And there is nothing like watching the news in the morning, then wandering down to the chairs with a cup of coffee to decompress from said news.
What Are They? I Dunno. The Seeds Went Out Willy Nilly.
We have cone flowers and numerous varieties of milkweed (from common to fancy), a few weeds that were determined to grow and that my assistants refuse to cut out ("They got prickers!") as well as all sorts of other fun things that just make the garden both colorful and delightful.
And peaceful. That's what it is. Peaceful.
A Bee Asks for Clearance to Land on the USS Harry Truman
(So I name my flowers ... )
Despite the "prickers," Mr. Bitterman and Furious George are asking if they can take over the care, feeding and growing of the Butterfly Garden. I find it interesting as there's really nothing much to do other than turn on the water every other day for 15 minutes and then watch it grow. The two have been spending a lot of afternoons down in the Adirondack chairs, wearing big sun hats and binge watching Game of Thrones, House of Cards and Alf episodes until called up for dinner. I've had to take over the weeding of the vegetable gardens, where we are growing an impressive crop.
(Those new little bell peppers we put in last week are not going to make it I'm afraid. The garlic is looking pretty squirrely, too. BUT -- we have a cucumber, the squash are doing great, and the tomato plants are taking off, as are the Socorro peppers. So, many of the veg are doing their happy little vegetating thing.)
The Reason for the Butterfly Garden
We really did this to create a small plot, a safe zone, if you will, for butterflies and bees to congregate, pollinate and refresh themselves.
We're quite happy with it.
So is Roscoe, who spends a lot of his time running back and forth through the colorful jungle, in a mad search for rabbits, squirrels, snakes and anything else with the bold temerity to enter his yard.
We're working with him on that.
Bitterman Eats the Profits ... While .... Furious Dances to HIs Own Beat
Mr. Bitterman, I do believe, has not only made peace with our Bat Shit Crazy Neighbor, but has also struck a deal with the BSCN for our cucumber and squash crop. What is left, it seems, he'll just eat.
Meanwhile, Furious George is loving the Butterfly Garden and regularly dressing up to perform "L'apres-midi d'un faune" ("Afternoon of the Faun" as choreographed by Nijinsky).
His performance brought us to tears. It was simply breathtaking.
I'm suggesting he take it on the road, but only after growing season. My argument is that most of the theaters are dark in the summer and there is so little call for this quality of dance until Autumn, as most people are looking for light Summer Stock Productions of "George M," "South Pacific" and the musical version of "Murder She Wrote."
Besides, I need the help.
I most certainly do.
The Year Old Cow Who Has Yet to Produce Year Old Manure