And then this week the blossoms began to appear and they were definitely SHOWY.
There were two monarch caterpillars but they disappeared. I'll be looking for more.
Monarch Butterfly
In summer,
dancing Monarchs mate joining great grandparent memories of nesting under a brighter sun, in warmer climes. Orange brush foot union consummated, the queen's destiny unfolds her purpose known, yet unknown, she searches for a perfect bed, only the finest of milkweed leaves for her precious pearls. Carefully she lays her eggs here and there, resting under many a milkweed leaf. Wait,wait, and then they hatch baby caterpillars, larvae programmed to mature, molt, and sport yellow black stripes, they are vegans born to nibble on their cradle, never to stray, sworn to monophagy, forever loyal, progeny of Monarchs. And then, the feast is over it's time to weave a silky chrysalis, a place for metamorphosis. A mysterious transformation. A butterfly awakes, Hangs out to dry, Stretches fresh wings, And flies away.
Janice - Ontheland -2015

cresting of waves
a dance in the wind
my garden's delight