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Spiderwort flowers bloom among my other spring wildflowers.

Two clumps of them grow in my spring wildflower garden (between the pine and hackberry tree) where they attract small insects.

An occasionally breeze blew this flower and made it look like a flying “butterfly.”

There are several species of spiderworts (Tradescantia)

… and this one posed to have its picture taken.


Spiderwort Still Blooms


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Spiderwort (a tradescantia species) is a native wildflower.

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A dense clump of it grows in my spring wildflower garden between a hackberry and a pine tree.

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They were given to me by my girl scout leader years and years ago. She had health problems and wanted me to have most of the flowers in her garden.

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This picture shows just how dense the flowers grow.

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I became intrigued by the shape, the color of the flowers, and with the number of those past bloom.

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Obviously, the plants insist on having a long blooming time,

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and I plan on enjoying it.

(I wrote this blog the middle of July, and the plants are still blooming.)

Morning Explorations


I initially went outside to take a few poppy pictures.


This iris is a family heirloom from my grandmother. Several of them attracted ants.


The immature male white-tailed skimmer (Libellula lydia) flew out occasionally hawking insects.

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 I first thought it was an eastern-tailed blue butterfly and soon realized it was a spring azure (Celastrina argiolus ladon).


A red-eared slider was crossing our front yard, heading toward the highway.


It posed for pictures. Friday traffic was too heavy for me to carry it across the highway. I didn’t see which direction it ended up heading.


Indian Pink (Spigelia marilandica) is a perennial that grows in low moist woods, ravines or stream banks.


Spiderwort (Trandescantia sp.) is a wildflower too.


This iris was bent over and hidden under an area with dense growth.


Grandfather’s rose is a family heirloom. It was given to my grandmother when my mother was born in 1929.


A “whoop” practically echoed over the yard when I found the first cluster of catalpa hornworm eggs. The immature stages of the caterpillars, plus all the predators they attract, make for interesting caterpillar watching.


This dragonfly did cooperate for pictures. I think it’s a juvenile blue dasher.

An hour sure can pass quickly when I’m having fun.