Last year, the annual agastache was an underwhelming flower. A 3 inch lavender spike with indistinct florets poked its way up towards the sun. I crossed it off my list of repeats.
Until the flowerhead matured. It was swarmed constantly by little yellow birds. They had it for breakfast. They had it for lunch. They invited their friends for dinner. This year, they threw goldfinch orgies on the plant that I bought for them.
So much for believing that the garden is about me.
That is so funny!
Posted by: Marcia | Tuesday, November 13, 2018 at 10:45 PM
That's a great unexpected bonus!
Posted by: Carole | Wednesday, November 14, 2018 at 10:33 AM
How delightful!
Posted by: Cheryl S. | Wednesday, November 14, 2018 at 10:33 AM
The shape of the flowers reminds me of millet, which so many birds enjoy. Great photo!
Posted by: Elaine in NYC | Wednesday, November 14, 2018 at 10:41 AM
Hey! Rav has not been telling me you've been blogging! Harrumph, I say. And carpet the backyard in Agastache next year, OK?
Posted by: Lynn | Wednesday, November 14, 2018 at 08:32 PM
How wonderful! The garden is about you! It's about the your delight as you watch such exclusive orgies happening!
Posted by: margene | Thursday, November 15, 2018 at 06:14 PM