This is the time of year when the hummingbirds drink the feeder dry in three days.
This is the time of year my butterfly bush is alive with orange and black visitors.
My butterfly bush is an unusual yellow one. It is Buddleia weyeriana 'Honeycomb' and the panicles are clear yellow with orange throats, creating a sunny, warm, golden effect. Like all butterfly bushes it is rangy, but it doesn't seem to want to get as big as some of the old garden standbys. And it isn't as wildly flowery as the old varieties, but I like its delicate color and more refined flowering a bit better.
I have a magenta purple butterfly bush too. It is the new dwarf one, 'Blue Chip', that really stays low and tidy. The butterflies visit, but not in the major swarms that make the air above 'Honeycomb' electric. It truly grows no more than two feet high and barely three feet wide.
This is the time of year when the winterberry hollies, Ilex verticillata 'Red Sprite', announce they are open for business. I've always wanted to see these red berries against white snow, but they never last that long. They are gone before the first snowfall.
This is the time of year when my weeds become very sorry and promise not to do any of those things again.
Soon the butterflies will go and the hummers will depart. The foliage in this garden will turn vivid colors before it too disappears. Even the regretful weeds will go away.
And I am taking off as well, headed out to Denver to see my son. But I'll be back very soon, it's just a short visit. When I get back the butterflies and hummers may already be gone.