Buddleia Scrapbook

“The Buddleia.”
 
Come evening, it’s almost too late
to walk in the garden, and try
once again, to retire the masculine
God of my youth
by evoking instead the divine
in the lupines, or foxgloves, or self-
seeded buddleia,
whose heavy horns flush as they
open to flower, and draw
these bumbling, well-meaning bees
which remind me again,
of my father . . . whom, Christ,
I’ve forgotten to call.
 
Kathleen Jamie
 
 
 

A great time-lapse film of a Buddleia flower

 
 
Black Knight Buddleia
By mucus*plug
 
 
 
 
Buddleia globosa
 
 
Name that Buddleia!
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