This is why I’ve always had butterfly bushes in my tiny back yard.
The three bushes back there now – all, predictably, different shades of purple – are allegedly dwarf varieties that replaced the non-dwarf varieties I’d previously planted. I write allegedly because these plants also grew to be six feet high, just like the previously-planted standard varieties had.
In any case, I will soon need to move them all to allow more sunlight for two Italian Cypresses I planted earlier this year, as reminders of my obession – even in my reading – with All Things Tuscany.
But I’m glad I let these three bushes flower for one last season before moving them. Or they, and I, might not havespotted this recent yellow-and-black-winged visitor.