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fleabane

May 22, 2022 by Dave Bonta

The humid air is full of insects, filmy wings shining in the sun. In the herb garden, yellow eyes with white lashes: daisy fleabane in bloom.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags fleabane
June 15, 2015 by Dave Bonta

Yarrow, fleabane, silky dogwood… white is in style. But the cabbage white butterflies still prefer the purple remnants of dame’s-rocket.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags cabbage white butterfly, fleabane, silky dogwood, yarrow
August 16, 2014 by Dave Bonta

A scattering of white in my overgrown garden: soapwort, bindweed, fleabane, snakeroot. The sky brightens. A towhee calls from the lilac.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags bindweed, fleabane, lilac, soapwort, towhee, white snakeroot

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