I was supposed to be doing laundry, but it was too pretty a day to stay inside for all of it, so I made excuses to go and play with flutter-guys.

First Viceroy in my entire life!

Monarchs have been few and far between this year, but here’s a fluttery one for comparison.

Holding still.

Not a flutter-guy yet, but my little Spicebush doot-doot is still alive!

So is my Black Swallowtail, and he’s getting close to ready for pupal stage.

HOWEVER, when I was looking around to make sure that little guy would have enough left to eat…I found some new friends.

One (plus potential one).

Two.

Moar potentials.

C said she thought she has some parsley in the greenhouse that they could eat. I hope so, too, because I don’t know where I’d find Queen Anne’s Lace, or host plants grown for people that have zero pesticides, and they’ll starve if I can’t.

Found on the window by the patio door. Probably just cutworms, but cute because it’s their birthday.

Now flowers. I accidentally ended up with both kinds of “cardinal climber” this year. This one has the deeply cut leaves, and larger flowers.

This one has smaller, deeper red flowers, and feathery foliage.

Wrapped around everything, including this weigela. I’d let it go to seed last year, and then moved the Backstop, so it did the best it could with what it had.

Morning glory. Almost wilted, but still pretty.

Sweet Tea having one last hurrah.

Crocosmia (backwards, but I’m surprised to see them since I didn’t water the Bee Happy bed).

Milkweed didn’t amount to a piss-hole in the snow this year, but at least I’ll get to see a couple of flowers.

I have only a few pines left, but the scruffy little one I put on the west side is still alive.

NE asters.

Hm. That doesn’t look like Gaillardia…

That’s because it’s…rogue milkweed that’s sneaked across underground between the beds.

Babbling Brook, just because it’s pretty in the sun.

A short video clip, also just because it’s pretty in the sun.