Sunday, August 15, 2010
I'm not a fan of any creeping, crawling or especially, flying insects. And to me butterflies fall into the latter category. I recall years ago having to go to a butterfly sanctuary in the UK with one of my children's school outings where these insects fluttered around your head or landed on you. I think I died a thousand deaths that day as I resisted the urge to swat and flick them away.
I still don't like them. Butterflies are simply a more attractively coloured bug in my eyes.
On the edge of one of the meadows on the property is a section of herbs and flowers that were transplanted very haphazardly and left to grow wild. There's sweet cicely, meadowsweet, motherwort and other herbs mixed in with a variety of traditional 'cottage garden' flowers such as Sweet Williams, baby's breath and Shasta daisies.
The daises were attracting a large number of butterflies - monarchs I believe and I took some photos. I even got close(ish) to one to photograph it. I had never seem these butterflies in large numbers in the garden before and at one point it seemed as if every flower head had an insect on it.