The garden is full of flowers. No caterpillars or big butterflies yet, though.













Photographs and thoughts from Andrea Badgley's garden
The garden is full of flowers. No caterpillars or big butterflies yet, though.













I planted sunflowers this year, and they’re blooming ♥️.









Last week was rain, rain, every day. On Friday, the skies didn’t clear, but the rain did stop, and I was able to sneak in a mow before the rain began again. Saturday, it finally cleared. I spent the morning pulling weeds and clearing the jungle of rhubarb that grew between our wild, gangly forsythia and our neighbor’s fence. Then I got out my camera and snapped some shots. My new passionflower is blooming, and coneflowers are beginning to open up. The milkweed I planted from seed two years ago is brilliant orange and thriving. We’ve got bees galore right now. No caterpillars yet.






















I counted at least six monarch chrysalises in the garden today and about a dozen swallowtail caterpillars on the rue.


























It’s that time of year where everything is growing and lush and pretty, and I stop logging it and just enjoy it. Every once in a while I take my camera out when I walk the garden. Here’s some stuff blooming in the end of July.











I’m still waiting for the beds to fill in — I delayed a lot of growth by moving everything around over the winter. I hope it didn’t permanently damage stuff, and I hope I have the patience this coming winter to leave everything alone so it can re-establish. Maybe things will fill in more by July and August. We’ll see. That’s one reason for posting these status updates with pictures, so I’ll have a comparison next year.
I took my coffee out and sat in my garden chair this morning; the morning was cool, and the colors inspired me to get my camera out.
Out back



Out front

The garden survived our trip to Iceland, thankfully.





I’ve been checking the rue for swallowtail caterpillars, and I saw my first one of 2022 this morning.

I’ve been checking the swamp milkweeds to see if they’d come back. I was getting nervous because they seemed to take longer this year than in previous years. Three of the five have finally re-emerged; I’ll need to replace the other two so the monarch caterpillars don’t run out of food.



The fescue and scabiosa are blooming, and as is the norm these days, I saw a bunny in the bed, nibbling away at the goldenrod.



