I’m traveling this week, which means yet another too-long period when I can’t get out to my beloved woods. (#1 Son may get out there as a sort of proxy for me this week though.)
When we were last out we wandered over to an area below the dam near the ephemeral pond (which ain’t that ephemeral) where we had planted buttonbush several years before. It’s doing great there. In fact, it’s doing great everywhere I’ve planted it. Aside from the pines, the button bush is the one cultivated plant I’ve added to Roundrock that has been a success. (The pines have been a lot of work, but I count them as a success. The pecans have been a lot more work, and while the survivors are now strong, the ratio of plantings to losses among them is too high to count as a success. Those 25 redbuds we scattered here and there may or may not be a success; it’s hard to distinguish the ones we planted from the natives that do so well. The cypress, nannyberries, and others seem to be hanging on here and there, but they’re not thriving. And the dogwoods? Vanished without a trace.)
So the buttonbush is thriving, but we missed the bloom this year. What you see above is what’s left after the bloom has faded. (Here’s a link to a pretty good image of the blooms.) I’m happy for that unqualified success. I just wish I could be out there more often to enjoy it.