Randy of Randy and Meg's Paradise Garden put forth the possibility of butterflies getting their name from Sulphurs, who look like pats of butter, nectaring here yesterday on Lantana montevidensis.
Even a Monarch showed up, lazily flying through the garden, to nectar on the last of Salvia leucantha.
There were Gulf Frits and Dogface Sulphurs as well, mostly on the Lantana, some on Salvia coccinea.
A few zinnias hold on still. Gomphrena glows in the background, and the blue-green foliage of Bath's Pink will be a show all winter after I pull the zinnias and scatter California poppies and Larkspur.
Knockouts keep on, here pink and red.
Also in the Knockout bed are Rose de Rescht which I did not capture, and late blooms of Reine des Violettes. These have spotty foliage late in the season that needs picking off. They'll come back spotless in the spring.
The tiny red blooms of Red Cascade need more support, as the canes want to grow horizontally. I have red cedar limbs from the last pruning waiting to construct an improvisational trellis to support them.
Physotegia grows around another improvisted trellis of heart pine.
The Chicken Rose (Nacogdoches) and Butter-colored Julia Child, each with a bee.
Dogwood berries sparkle in the sunlight against the green of a young Live Oak -- young, I've been nurturing it for more than 15 years -- set off by the last foliage of a crape myrtle.
Rain predicted for tonight; cold in a couple of days. Please notice my header photo. That is as close as I could get to a Pileated Woodpecker, who flew every time I approached. His 'perk, perk,' cry I could hear across the field, as if he were laughing at my efforts. When he's on the pecan limbs, I hear a 'pock, pock' as he gathers insects.