Birth in the border

Nasturtiums grow below the hedge
And bloom in June, orange and red
Then by July, beneath the leaf
Are eggs – bursting and hatching
Caterpillars, flower killers, keen to tuck in
Wreaking disorder all over the border
Nasturtiums wilt, the blooms are doomed.
But when we sow, we certainly know,
Butterflies are what we grow.

Rosie Cantrell

One of the Headingley Open Gardens collection. Click to see the full list

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