My sister called my attention to a swallowtail in the garden.
My first sighting of the year. She's seen several.
Completely oblivious, I'm sure, a hummingbird moth is mining the same flowers.
Of course I had to try to photograph them together.
Neither one was interested in my objective.
But, not too bad.
The best I got.
Now here is a real mystery.
These can only be glads.
Where did I get them?
More to the point, why did we plant them last fall?
My biggest recollection of glads is my dad digging them up every fall and storing them to spring.
That doesn't happen in this garden.
Emily thinks they came home in a bag of bulbs from a very old garden in Peninsula.
Perhaps they have become accustomed to our winters.
Perhaps I was to save them to plant in spring.
Perhaps all the snow last winter protected them.
We'll see if they come up again next summer.