Butterflies and the Kitchen Sink

 What to do with an extra sink. I love renos in the house. (Well, sort of). Gives me extra things to plant in. The sink is perfect. Comes with built in drainage.
                                                             Re-purpose. Re-use. Re-invent.

 I was out fiddling with my sink. And the Tiger Swallowtails came flitting by.
                                          They're everywhere .They even sit on the hummingbird feeder.
The ants  being sucked into the nectar don't seem to phase them in the least. I wonder if they notice them  treading frantically at the nectar, and they drink.

 The cat trail is well worked with little cat pads. I just hope Smokey does not catch any .....

  The Canadian Swallowtail   is all over North America, from the Arctic Circle , all the way to Labrador , and into my backyard.

            They fly from spring into the fall and have about 3 family units.
                                      This year they seem to have stayed.

                  "Flutterbies" ( as Winnie the Pooh calls them)  sometimes sit in the sink. But mostly on the verbeena, petunias, geraniums,  and roses. So many flowers now.

                 Smokey is an avid butterfly stalker. He never seems to catch one.
                                             And if he has, I don't want to know.

                            They have a formal, fancy name:   "Papilio glaucus".

            Verbeena , Lavender, Butterfly bush, seems to be a favourite.

                      Their wing span is  about 5.5 inches across, and the male has 4 black stripes on his                                                                                    larger front wings.

           Even Cordelia has been known to swat at the Swallowtails.  Must be irresistible to a little cat.
                                "Follow your bliss" (Joseph Campbell , American writer 1904-1987)

         My sinks are about ready to plant. They just need dirt.
                                      I steal some sea soil from the sweet peas on the hill......

                                Use up leftover bags of potting soil......

                                         Throw in some fertilizer pellets.........

                                        And it's done: Tomatoes stuffed into a sink.

           Black Heritage tomatoes, Yellow plums and  a rose coloured variety, whose name escapes me.

                                    And Tiger Swallowtails not far off. Flitting about. Flit. Flit.

                                           Teasing Cordelia.       Under the plum tree.
       "The true meaning of life is to plant trees, under whose shade you do not expect to sit. "
                                        ( Nelson Henderson, swan Valley region farmer, 1982)

                                    Meanwhile, my new tub of Tomatoes basks in the hot afternoon sun.