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“The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious.
It is the fundamental emotion
that stands at the cradle of true art and true science.”
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Albert Einstein
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Its shape first caught my eye, a different shape and size than other butterflies we’ve enjoyed all summer. But it was moving so fast, and far enough away that I couldn’t quite see it clearly.
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At first, I wondered whether it might be a sphinx moth. As I drew closer, it would fly up and away. And then when my attention turned elsewhere, I’d soon find it sipping nectar nearby. It was quick and agile, wary and focused on the important business of survival.
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This mystery visitor seemed alone, elegantly formed but unfamiliar to my gardener’s eye. Later, looking at its portraits, I decided it must be a butterfly because of the shape of its antennae. I am hoping that one of my Master Naturalist friends will recognize our mystery visitor and supply its name.
Other more common pollinators fed nearby. A Buckeye, bumblebees, skippers and other small feeders enjoying the Solidago and Verbena, Buddleia and Rudbeckia that drift in tangles in the upper garden.
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“The important thing is not to stop questioning.
Curiosity has its own reason for existence.
One cannot help but be in awe
when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity,
of life, of the marvelous structure of reality.
It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend
a little of this mystery each day.
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Albert Einstein
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This morning was the first in a while that I dedicated to spending in the garden. And it shows….
I’ve been timid about going outside to work after a sting that took weeks to heal. And there have been things to do, and people to meet, and promises to keep.
I lost the rhythm of it, and the garden has grown on without taking any notice of my absence.
Rain and heavy dew has kept it well watered. Wildness has grown dense and beautiful and has filled the paths.
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Flowers bloom and seeds ripen. The beautyberries have turned deep purple. Vines twine where they will, and everywhere bees and all manner of small winged creatures have their way with the flowers. Plumes of intensely gold Solidago sway in every breeze, leaning under the weight of their blossom. And the greenness is so intense I can almost taste its cool and pungent bite.
February’s dreams are made of this.
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I was torn, this morning, between photographing every beautiful thing and getting down to the business at hand. Japanese stilt grass has claimed more real estate than I care to admit, and all the pots wanted a drink of water. There is an ever growing collection of pots with plants wanting their roots freed into the soil. There is some dead wood to prune away and Caladiums to dig.
Oh, so much to do before this warmth fades into November’s chill!
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But I chose the meandering path of a dilettante. Up the hill and down the hill, hose in one hand and rake in the other. I took inventory of the tasks at hand. One must get one’s thoughts in order before accomplishing much of value.
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Re-blooming Iris ‘Rosalie Figge’ has returned, so fragrant and beautiful.
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But it is too soon to disrupt the magic of our autumn garden with digging and trimming back, and too warm, still, to begin planting the bulbs waiting in the garage.
I’d rather watch the butterflies, secure in the knowing that the first hard frost will do much of the work of weeding and clearing for us.
Soon enough, the garden will appear cleaned and tidied by the elements, soothed and covered in a blanket of fallen leaves. And then there will be plenty of sunny mornings to prune and plant, tidy things up and mulch, undistracted by the flowers.
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Better to appreciate it now, and celebrate its tremendous growth on this Fabulous Friday. And wonder about our mysterious visitor, who shared the garden with us this morning.
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“Love is an endless mystery,
because there is no reasonable cause
that could explain it
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Rabindranath Tagore
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Woodland Gnome 2018
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Update:
Many, many thanks to Master Naturalist Joanne Sheffield, who identified our mystery butterfly as a Long-tailed Skipper, Urbanus proteus. Native to South and Central America, this butterfly does turn up in the Southern United States and can be sighted up into the Northeast.
Its host plants include beans and other vine legumes, hog peanuts and Wisteria. Its caterpillar is considered a pest when it feeds on snap beans. We grow none of these, but this individual must have been attracted by the nectar rich flowers we offer.
What a great treat to see him today! I will be curious to see whether more individuals show up this fall, and whether the Long-tailed Skipper becomes a regular visitor in our area.
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Fabulous Friday:
Happiness is Contagious, Let’s Infect One Another!