. . . coming on strong. My roses are looking beautiful, but heat is nearing! Oh, no.
Northern (black) Phoebe and fledglings
Spring is a fragrant and happy place when roses bloom!
. . . at least, it makes me happy.
I walked out in the front yard to distribute more ladybugs on my aphid-infested roses. As I walked by my daisies, I was surrounded by a flock, a swarm, a gaggle–what do you call those things?–of painted lady butterflies. The superbloom has brought a lot of them up from Mexico in migration, but we thought we had seen the biggest wave, but, not! They are everywhere, and given they like the lavender, daisies, roses, and (dead) lilacs in my yard, we have a downright sanctuary for them! It is like walking in a fairyland.
. . . and the people keep coming!