Finally, the butterfly bush (Buddleia) lives up to its name. It even slowed down that pesky Monarch butterfly that’s been taunting me all summer. It enjoyed the flowers just long enough for me to get a few pictures. Though it’s late, I’m still hoping to see more.
You see, it’s the time of year where if you think you see a yellow leaf tumbling down, look again. It might be a monarch on its way south. It might be a few of them. It might even be a whole trail of them, butterfly after butterfly, skeining over the tops of the trees, bright orange against a crisp autumn blue, all of them heading to Mexico.