Wordless Wednesday: American Painted Lady




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  1. AlanaOctober 19, 2017 at 5:26 AM

    I need to learn a lot more about butterflies.

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    1. Dorothy BordersOctober 19, 2017 at 9:44 AM

      There are lots of good butterfly and moth guide books about. I rely on one for the Houston area, which probably wouldn't help you so I won't recommend it, but I'm sure there are plenty for your area as well.

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  2. Jayne WilsonOctober 19, 2017 at 11:19 AM

    Beautiful, Dorothy

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    1. Dorothy BordersOctober 19, 2017 at 12:05 PM

      Butterflies are plentiful in the garden these days. Just one of the reasons why it may be my favorite time of year.

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  3. CarmenOctober 19, 2017 at 2:59 PM

    Lucky you that have so many beautiful critters in your garden. :-)
    BTW, what has become of the odd fella from the pond? Just wondering...

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    1. Dorothy BordersOctober 19, 2017 at 3:15 PM

      I haven't seen the bullfrog in several weeks. He may have moved on to someone else's pond - maybe where there are other bullfrogs!

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  4. Judy KruegerOctober 20, 2017 at 11:15 AM

    I too have been enjoying the butterflies.

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