We came upon this unhuggable lovely caterpillar in a Floyd County garden recently, a spike-adorned (but not poisonous) two-inch-long precursor to some variety of butterfly.
Butterflies. Summer. We’re usually awash in swallowtails in July. Our butterfly bush, out the window and about two-arms-reach from where I sit is in full flower this morning. Other than the gentle bobbing of the white spires of perfumed flower spikes, there’s no motion at all: no skippers, no fritillaries, no tiger or spicebush swallowtails.
Is this just a normal cycle? I don’t remember, in the dozen years we’ve lived here, ever not having swallowtails by the hundreds. This past winter was mild. We’ve not had severe drought over the spring or early summer Â when butterflies would break out of their temporary housing and launch off into the sunshine. So where are they?