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!