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butterfly weed

August 28, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Gray rain clouds thickening towards 8:00. It’s very still; long moments go by without a single bird call. A beetle finds its way to the butterfly weed.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags butterfly weed, clouds
September 2, 2016 by Dave Bonta

Cool and autumnal. In the overgrown garden, a faded spicebush swallowtail searches the faded orange cups of butterfly milkweed for a drink.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags butterfly weed, spicebush swallowtail butterfly
September 17, 2012 by Dave Bonta

Three butterfly milkweed pods have split open, and dangle clouds of down. From the neighbors’, the howl and mutter of a weed whacker.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags butterfly weed, weed whacker 1 Comment
July 24, 2009 by Dave Bonta

Soapwort, self-heal, mullein, Rudbeckia, butterfly weed: my garden exemplifies the messiness of any organization dominated by volunteers.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags butterfly weed, garden, mullein, Rudbeckia, self-heal, soapwort

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On This Day

  • November 9, 2025
    Thick fog. When the wren stops singing, there’s dead silence for several minutes until a nuthatch calls. From father away, the death-cry of a rabbit.
  • November 9, 2024
    One degree above freezing and very still. The sun’s slow climb through bare branches. The sound of gnawing rodent teeth in three directions.
  • November 9, 2023
    it starts raining just as I come out on the porch, completing the November trinity: cold, gray, and wet. Goldfinch chatter. The keening of truck tires on the interstate.
  • November 9, 2022
    Clear and cold. With the power out, morning is a logistical challenge, but when I have the time to sit, the sparrows are singing as usual.
  • November 9, 2021
    Dawn silence. A distant Carolina wren. I'm standing outside in my PJs enjoying the relative warmth (38F) when I spot the first cloud in days.

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