A couple of years ago, Pat and I went to a native plant sale and seminar. The speaker introduced us to swamp milkweed, that’s asclepias incarnata to you Latin speakers. I would have guessed swampus milkweekicus, but what do I know. Back to the story. The speaker promised pretty flowers, bees, and butterflies. So we bought couple of these thin little plants, hoping for the best. I’m always excited and nervous about new plants. Hope always spring eternal in gardening. I’ll move a plant as often as it needs to find the right spot, but it has to survive that first planting.
I shouldn’t have worried about these guys. They attracted bees and butterflies from the first bloom.  Two little sticks have turned into the patch we have now. The milkweed patch literally buzzes with non-stop activity. All right, all right, I know that’s a pun, but what other word should I have used? There are so many bees hanging out in the milkweed that you can hear their wings buzzing.