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Wordless Wednesday: Pipevine Swallowtail on blue plumbago






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  1. UnknownAugust 8, 2014 at 12:50 PM

    Hello, I just wanted to drop a message and say that I have been reading your "Backyard Birder" blog for about the past week. Its great! I have learned so much about birding I just started putting out feeders last year...I started with 1 as a Christmas gift last year, I now have 4 and a few bird baths! Reading about your blue birds got me so excited about having a couple of them nest in our yard I just ordered 4 blue bird houses! That was after I tried to build one myself...ha! I will also be planting milk weed next year and a couple berry bushes.....and maybe some bushes for the humming birds, oh the list goes on! Anyway just wanted to say love the blog! I am now following this blog "The Nature of Things" as well.

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    1. Dorothy BordersAugust 8, 2014 at 12:54 PM

      Thank you for your comment. As you probably have noticed, I have discontinued posting on "Backyard Birder" and "Gardening With Nature" and have consolidated both blogs with "The Nature of Things." But both of those blogs are still out there for the reading. It's very gratifying to hear that BB was useful to you. Good luck with your birds.

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    2. Anastasia AbboudAugust 16, 2014 at 10:00 AM

      I agree and only wish to add that Dorothy's blogs have been a source of enjoyment and education for me for quite a few years now. She is a true nature lover, a great gardener, and a consistently wonderful writer!

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    3. Dorothy BordersAugust 16, 2014 at 11:22 AM

      You are very kind.

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  2. Anastasia AbboudAugust 16, 2014 at 10:02 AM

    I did not know that swallowtails like blue plumbago, but it seems that at least one does! Now that I have a very limited planting space, I must be careful about what I plant. Do you recommend blue plumbago as being generally nature friendly?

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    1. Dorothy BordersAugust 16, 2014 at 11:24 AM

      I find plumbago to be a great plant for butterflies and bees of many kinds. It blooms all summer long and well into the fall for me, without a rest. It's a tough and dependable plant.

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