As we approach the end of summer and feel the first chills of approaching autumn, it’s crucial to hang on to the last few sultry moments of the fading season. So it was today, as we are enjoying a day of clear weather with the temperature in the 70s and brilliant sunshine.
It was a good day to go out and nose around the colorful garden beds ringing our brick patio. We planted marigolds there at the end of May, and they have thrived through the initial rainy days and more recently through many dry days, growing thick and bursting with color. The flowers almost look like beds of glowing coals, filled with bright golds, rich oranges, deep crimsons, and other dazzling shades of yellow and red.
I find the flowers irresistible on a warm sunny day, and I am not alone: bumblebees and butterflies, intoxicated by the heady scent of pollen, also were out in force, working hard and getting a snootful of the flowers. Bees in particular are fascinating to watch. The phrase “busy as a bee” is apt. They move single-mindedly from flower to flower, put a steady grip on the petals, and thrust their heads deep into the recesses of the flowers. They are wholly oblivious to nearby humans.
Butterflies, on the other hand, are like nervous suitors dressed in their Sunday finest. With colorful markings on their wings in full display, the butterflies flit from flower to flower, alighting for a few moments as if staying only for a brief dalliance. They quickly go about their business, but when the shadow of a human being crosses their path they immediately flutter away, dipping and swerving, to land again a few flowers away — and the whole act begins all over again.