daughter who is kind enough to let me display them.
This little guy below was my favorite - his wings were black and white stripe like a zebra, but underneath, he had bright red streaks running all through the black and white. He was shyer than Paris, more of a Greta Garbo type. This was the closest he allowed the camera.
This butterfly bush was planted as a thin twig long with 5 others approx 5 years ago, in an effort to solve a problem of no fences to stop the horrid neighbor kid from cutting through our yard. We lost one during a particularily dry summer, but the other four have flourished, and together the four form a huge living wall, as well as being the guardians of our personal pet cemetary (Grandma Ethel and Sweet Girl both sleep here, under the butterfly bushes and ivy).
Every year, hundreds of butterflies cover the bushes. Apparently it's listed as *the* place to stopover during the annual migratory run and that's exactly what I designed the yard for: an safe ecological oasis without any sprays, pesticides, and all the floral buffets any self-respecting bee or butterfly could wish for.