I dug out garlic chives aplenty, transplanted some and passed others along to gardener friends. I trimmed verbena and dug out Jewels of Opar. I planted a couple of passalong Henry Duelberg Salvias, then bought and planted more. I put in tropical milkweed.
I put in more tropical milkweed.
All in pursuit of monarch butterflies.
For whatever reason, that, the attraction and support of monarchs, was the shape "what being a good gardener looks like" took for me this past year. I was already doing much better in the attracting bees and other pollinators department. Maybe I was just looking for a fresh challenge.
I watched and I waited and saw one monarch. The butterfly was nectaring on a lantana way across the yard from my especially prepared and well monitored monarch attracting and supporting bed. It fed there on the lantana (not even a native variety!) for some time and then it exited, stage South.
It seemed the attracting part of that new and improved bed proved itself pretty much a bust. It naturally follows the supporting part never really came into play. But I was ready! In case! Partial credit for that.
Even without butterflies overhead I am smitten with the dance the leaves of various pre-eixsting occupants are doing. Stalwarts of the bed shown above: bluebonnet, mint, verbena and wood sorrel.
Progress has been made, the newer plants are filling in, blooming, and holding their own. Lack of monarch visits notwithstanding, I think the resulting bed looks pretty attractive. To me. The gardener. I flutter around here a lot.
PS: As I was editing this I spotted a monarch hovering over this bed. I asked The Hub. "Do you see what I see?". He did, and he said he'd seen a monarch around that bed yesterday as well.
So, shut up.

