Love in a Mist. So … why is love blue?
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Love in a Mist. So … why is love blue?
Can you spot the dragon?
Inscribe my garden wall with a list of the ailing and fallen: the old apple, dead of fireblight, the young apple and pear, soon to perish, the aged and deformed peach, the long-gone dogwood, the defunct nectarine.
Yesterday afternoon I discovered two large, bright-green-and-black banded caterpillars munching on my fennel. I pulled them off, and they spread a stinky smell that stuck to my fingers. I put them both into an empty watering can, looked them up on the web, and discovered that they were black swallowtail larvae — nearly as striking in their adult butterfly form as they were in the caterpillar stage. Too pretty to kill, but not pretty enough to sacrifice my fennel.
I placed them in the parsley and basil at the other end of the garden. When I checked later, they were in pretty much the same spots I’d left them in, but I started to worry that maybe they weren’t eating, so I put one of the caterpillars back on the fennel and left the other on the Thai basil.
Today the caterpillar on the fennel is doing fine. The one that I left on the basil is nowhere to be seen.
Posted in Cool stuff, Life
Tagged black swallowtail butterfly, butterfly, caterpillar, fennel, garden, gardening
Stealthy, sharp-toothed creatures have gnawed the immature nuts on my almond tree, leaving the half-eaten, green-skinned debris strewn across the patio like broken skulls.
Critters in the night ate the seed-laden heads of the sunflowers that had volunteered along my garden’s retaining wall.