"We are all children of chance and none can say why some fields will blossom while others lay brown beneath the August sun."~~Kent Nerburn
These words remind me--August begins tomorrow, and already my prairie flowers--loaded with butterflies--have begun to dry up. Starting from a few plants installed many years ago, these wonderful flowers take care of themselves and are now gloriously widespread in my gardens.
Happily in most years, they bloom and cater to butterflies until the first frost. Not so this year, I fear. One more dry day, I believe, and the blooms will rapidly spiral out of existence. My butterflies will go elsewhere in search of nutrition, and I'll miss them.
There is comfort in knowing these plants will return in great numbers next year. So go the ways of the natural world.
Happily in most years, they bloom and cater to butterflies until the first frost. Not so this year, I fear. One more dry day, I believe, and the blooms will rapidly spiral out of existence. My butterflies will go elsewhere in search of nutrition, and I'll miss them.
There is comfort in knowing these plants will return in great numbers next year. So go the ways of the natural world.
