Zebra Swallowtail Butterfly

Zebra Swallowtail August 30

Yesterday a new species of swallowtail butterfly visited the yard. This zebra swallowtail stopped a while to explore the butterfly bush, letting me snap a few photos before it wandered off. Now I’m reviewing my plans for the yard, trying to find a place to plant pawpaw

Zebra Swallowtail August 30

The Ginger Lilies (arachnophobia alert!)

I don’t remember when the ginger lilies arrived. Years and years ago, long enough that I can’t remember what the yard looked like without them.

We started with eighteen bulbs, which I naively planted in pots because I didn’t know what a ginger lily was. I only knew that Mother had fallen in love with a vase of cut blooms given to her by a friend. She said the flowers smelled like warm cookies and looked a little like large, exotic orchids.

Mother’s friend gave us a box of beautiful pink-tinged bulbs, which I divided into three pots. Then I waited for spring to deliver a crop of cookie-scented flowers.

Instead of flowers, I got something that resembled corn. Each lovely bulb produced a green spike that quickly shot up into a leaf-wrapped stalk, taller and taller as summer wore on. In May they were knee high. In June they reached my hip. By August, they were head high with stalks as thick as chair legs. I had to brace their pots against the fence and support their weight with stakes.

Finally, September brought flowers, which were every bit as fragrant as promised. Less than half of the plants were able to bloom, constricted as they were in the pots, but it was enough to make me a life-long fan.

In November, my husband and I broke the pots with a hammer, because the bulbs had grown so tightly packed that we couldn’t get them out any other way. We cleared three beds in the yard, divided the tangled bulbs, and covered them with deep layers of mulch. After an anxious winter, we raked away the mulch and found dozens of spikes sprouting in all three beds. And so began years of delight…

More Cats

The best remedy for a long day? Cat time.

Open Windows

In my calendar, spring starts on the first day that I open the windows. Winter may return tomorrow, or the next day, or almost certainly the next, but spring started this morning.