My favorite plant in the garden right now is the butterfly bush. As an Easter gift this year, my Aunt M gave me a cutting from the plant in her Pennsylvania backyard. I was so excited to receive what appeared to be just a stick in a pot of mud, a few of its tiny leaves clinging on for dear life. I have long admired butterfly bushes at the community garden and secretly wanted one of my own. I just didn't think I'd have room for one.
Infant butterfly bush, April 24, 2007
I made room for this one. This was not just any butterfly bush, after all, this was Aunt M's Butterfly Bush
. I will always find a place in my garden for pass-along plants like this.
"The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough."
All summer long I witnessed the gradual resuscitation of that stick with the little leaves. I wasn't sure if it would bloom in its first year in a new place, but now in August, my Easter gift is alive with sweetly-scented purple plumes. I stand beside the cascading flowers and smile at the tangle of butterflies dancing about blissfully. Aunt M's gift was more than a plant from her garden; she gave me these delightful winged visitors, too.
- Rabindranath Tagore