One my favorites signs of fall is blooming asters, especially wild purple ones.
I transplanted a few years back and now delight in finding them scattered through the garden in no orderly fashion.
Over the weekend, I found the first blooming purple aster of the season. They're tiny, maybe the size of a dime.
When I walked back the house, I saw these two butterflies on the flower. Can't you just hear them?
"This is my flower."
"Is not."
"Is, too!"
Little Glassywing Skipper Buttterfly is on top, not sure what the other one was. Definitely both juveniles!?
Amazing they could both fit on that little purple aster.
Charlotte
Gardening to Distraction on a MO Hill
I transplanted a few years back and now delight in finding them scattered through the garden in no orderly fashion.
Over the weekend, I found the first blooming purple aster of the season. They're tiny, maybe the size of a dime.
When I walked back the house, I saw these two butterflies on the flower. Can't you just hear them?
"This is my flower."
"Is not."
"Is, too!"
Little Glassywing Skipper Buttterfly is on top, not sure what the other one was. Definitely both juveniles!?
Amazing they could both fit on that little purple aster.Charlotte
Gardening to Distraction on a MO Hill
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