Now in our 67th year - Dedicated to Protecting, Preserving and Promoting
The interests of The Eloise Butler Wildflower Garden and Bird Sanctuary
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The next issue will be published in Spring 2019.
Selected from the many species in, or historical to, the Garden.
Click link on name for information and photos of this plant.
Sitting on these benches in front of the Martha Crone Shelter at the Wildflower Garden puts you in the presence of Eloise Butler - around those benches lie her ashes. Read the history.
Sing a song of Winter!
North-wind’s bitter chill,
Home and ruddy firelight,
Kindness and good-will,
Hemlock in the churches,
Daytime soon withdrawn;
Sing a song of Winter,—
Ah, but Winter ’s gone!
“One swallow does not a summer make, but one skein of geese, cleaving the murk of a March thaw, is the spring. A cardinal, whistling spring to a thaw but later finding himself mistaken, can retrieve his error by resuming his winter silence. A chipmunk, emerging for a sunbath but finding a blizzard, has only to go back to bed. But a migrating goose, staking two hundred miles of black night on the chance of finding a hole in the lake, has no easy chance for retreat. His arrival carries the conviction of a prophet who has burned his bridges."
Aldo Leopold, from A Sand County Almanac