Season of mists and bla bla bla

[bunn]

How I hated that poem when I was younger.  It seemed to push aside the still-perfectly-good summer and be rushing needlessly ahead, without acknowledging that a *proper* autumn wasn't about sun on hazelnuts, but about wild winds and crunchy leaves and frost and bonfires.   The poem has grown on me a bit since, but I still think 'close bosom-friend of the maturing sun' is an utterly ludicrous line. 


Suddenly, we are having a summer (or, if you are of the keatsian persuasian, an autumn) .  There are suddenly a lot of blackberries about. Nom.  There are also a lot of butterflies. Here are some enjoying the buddleia bushes that have colonised the bank in front of our house that was all bare earth a year or so ago.

They are the most common sorts we get around here and more or less the right distribution too : from left to right, a red Admiral, small Tortoiseshell, Peacock, and another Small Tortoiseshell. We must see at least twice as many Small Tortoiseshells as any other butterfly.

(Click to embiggen!) 

Sadly, the neighbour to whom this land belongs says she hates buddleias: 'so messy'  - so I suspect this will be the last year of them. Oh well. I have a big buddleia bush in the front garden; probably the sire of all these plants - and I'm not removing it, not nohow. :-p

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[bunn.livejournal.com]

We had no butterflies until the start of Sept, but now they are everywhere!

Sadly, I don't think neighbour will put in butterfly-attracting plants: they like things that are neat and stay neat, like gravel. The only reason the buddleias have crept onto that patch is that it's an awkward space to maintain, being sort of perched up above the road and steeply shelving, so it's mostly buddleia, californian poppies, godetia and love-in-the-mist - all the easy cottage garden seeds. I think it looks great :-D