Count Me Among The Fortunate

Edwards Hairstreak Butterflies on Butterflyweed photographed by Jeff Zablow at Lynx Prairie, Ohio

Don’t we occasionally need to be reminded how fortunate we are? I had one of those epiphanies that morning when I entered that meadow in the Lynx Prairie Reserve in Adams County, Ohio.

Look and see what I saw. A trio of totally fresh Edwards Hairstreak butterflies, enjoying the rich nectar of just as fresh Butterflyweed blooms. Three gorgeous hairstreaks, they only yards away from the forest border and their hostplants there, Bear Oaks.

I shot away, copping this image, me the entire time thinking: How happy I was at that time, counting myself among the fortunate. There are perhaps 193,509,227 people living east of the Mississippi River. How many of them have ever seen this, as I did, in that meadow, just a handful of miles form the Kentucky border?


Come Fly With Me, Come Fly Away

Male EasternTiger Swallowtail Butterfly photographed by Jeff Zablow at Cloudland Canyon State Park, GA

Enjoying this image, shot at Cloudland Canyon State Park in northwestern Georgia brought a song to mind, actually an airline TV commercial of some years ago, “Come fly with me, come fly away, . . . ”

Our Eastern Tiger Swallowtail butterfly was lapping up nectar from a meadow loaded with Liatris blooms, millions of them. He was so fixated on that tasty nutrition, that he allowed my close Macro-lens approach.

This among many I will be approaching, anticipating that I am not alone in anxiously awaiting the 2020 arrival of such winged beauties.


Decades of Love

Viceroy Butterfly on Sumac (Woody Pond) photographed by Jeff Zablow at Harris Neck National Wildlife Refuge, GA

I imagine that you have yours, for I know that I have some myself. These decades of searching for butterflies in North America and the Middle East (Israel) have produced a very short list of butterflies that I especially love.

Here at Harris Neck National Wildlife Refuge, along the Georgia coast, my imagination was caught by this native Sumac bush. It grew within. a foot or two of Woody Pond. That pond is the home of herons, storks, ibises, rails, egrets and alligators. Ellen Honeycutt has written of the Sumacs native to Georgia, and this Brooklyn boy was fascinated, Fascinated because 1/2 of my adult life, spent in and around New York City, I’d always heard that Sumacs (alien) didn’t belong, despite that there were 10’s of millions of alien Sumacs thriving thereabouts.

As I was examining this Woody Pond Sumac, it just beginning to bloom, who flies in? One of my butterfly favs, this Viceroy butterfly (Limenitis archippus). The Sumac kept it in partial shade, but the deep, rich color of this Viceroy was compelling, and there I was admiring a handsome specimen of one of my favorites, most beloved butterflies.

Decades of Love triggered, at Laura’s Harris Neck National Wildlife Refuge.


Garden Nostalgia

 Jeff Zablow's Perennial Beds Pittsburgh, PA, 7/10/07

You too? So many of us have warm, fond memories of gardens we established . . . and later moved away from. Memories of trillions of hearty blooms, eye pleasing designs, butterflies, bees, Ruby throated hummingbirds and more. A rose garden that my wife Frieda A”H ( OBM ) loved, for we chose herirloom roses that really were old-fashioned aromatic. Moments spent on the Victorian granite bench, oblivious to the world about, just together.

Beebalm, Shasta daisy, irises, many different salvia, oak leaf hydrangea, and so much more. A crazy beautiful back garden, much hidden from the rest of the neighborhood’s view, or from the world.

This garden, done before I became enamored of Doug Tallamy’s plant natives thinking, was in the city of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania (northeastern USA). Those butterflies must have come to us, daily, from quite a distance, drawn by the sweet aroma of our nectar pumping flower beds.

I sort of like sharing this post with you, for the memories of a real, successful garden warm you, much.


This? Less Than 4 Miles From Hezbollah Rockets This Morning

Hermon Iris photographed by Jeffrey Zablow at Northernmost Golan,  Israel

With all of the everyday repugnant news about Jews in the Main Stream Media, which most of my friends disregard daily, today’s news rocked me. Take a look again at this very rare Hermon Iris. We found it in magnificent bloom at the edge of the village of Dishon.

Today, this morning, Hezbollah sent missiles from Lebanon to the village of Avivim, some 3-4 miles from where these Irises grow. Those missiles were meant to kill Israelis.

I, a one-time artillery officer, do not like this, not one bit.

Those of us who are good, law-abiding.loving people, must not shrug this off as ‘Oh well.’ Hezbollah has overrun the once independent country of Lebanon, and their 100% goal is to kill 7,500,000 Jews in Israel.

If you are such, Good folks, and are Bible knowledgeable, you know how repulsive those Arab terrorists are.

Shooting rockets into a neighboring country to kill? Barbaric savages.