Finishing up as much digging in the barn as I could handle yesterday, I found myself on the terrace cleaning up my ancient plow to get it ready to be varnished. After working at something that is so slow going, in the dark, and tedious; it was wonderful to be out in the sunshine. I wasn't alone. My budlheas have been full of butterflies, hummingbird moths, and a few bumble bees or so. I've taken to sitting in my rocking chair with my feet propped up on the stone ledge and letting them surround me. They dive bomb in over the umbrella, chase each other around, and just generally have a blast. Apparently, budlheas aren't the only butterly plant. I discovered this very special guy hanging out on the hanging bag near the window. What a treat! I had a picture in my mind of what we'd be like as all the flowers were purchased and budlheas were planted. The reality is better than anything I could have dreamed!
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