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Saturday May 23, 2009

Dave Bonta May 23, 2009

The lilacs are fading fast. Where did the spring go? A hummingbird moth pays court to the dame’s-rockets—the new avatars of purple scent.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged dame's-rocket, hummingbird sphinx moth, lilac, moths
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