We did not grant permission for black walnut storage in our shed. #squirrelsquatters
When Butterflies in Bloom extended to Wednesday evenings, it was one of my favorite times to volunteer because the residents would start roosting … cuddling up for bedtime, I would tell young children. This is from the sole Wednesday shift I was able to work this year, around 5 p.m. March 11. No word yet on whether we can open for the last scheduled week of the exhibit.
This butterfly chose the large sculpture in the center of the Conservatory for a resting place.
This reminds me of the variegated hostas I favor.
Sometimes they just get attached. I’ve seen children charmed that a butterfly remains on their clothing or even a finger for 20 minutes. Many, of course, do no such thing. Butterflies in Bloom remains closed through April 5, but at the moment we volunteers still hope to be back at our posts for the two final scheduled weeks.
An orchid in the Conservatory of Dow Gardens.
If this tree were in my yard, I’d sit in it every warm day. Instead, I admire it at Dow Gardens, where it’s visible from the craft barn.
My swallowtail friend from yesterday’s post outside the case, where its blue colors are more visible.
A swallowtail friend in the chrysalis case last Wednesday. Dow Gardens had to close the Butterflies in Bloom exhibit to the public through April 5, so I’ll be dribbling out the photos I took on the only volunteer shift I was able to get in. Gardens staffers are tending the insects in case the Gardens and Conservatory can reopen for the last two scheduled weeks of butterflies.
This is our first spring in the forever home we moved into in September, so it is VERY exciting from a gardening standpoint. We’re still figuring out exactly what we have sprouting and trying to chart the hours of sun while the weather remains stubbornly overcast many days.
Last fall, my favorite local greenhouse (Keit’s in Bay City) put its perennials on deep discount, as I knew they would, and I snatched up two lilacs and a viburnum. My husband got sick of hearing me talk about finding plants and getting them nestled in before winter, but now we’re reaping the benefits. The lilacs I installed next to our patio are only waist high, but blossoming enough that the perfume gently fills the air.
I’m looking forward to many more years of these scents. And you can bet that I’ll be prowling the sale offerings again come fall.