Buddlejas often get a bad press. They seed themselves everywhere, specialising in the most inaccessible places. Perversely this is one of things I like about them. It is the “when all us stupid humans are gone it won’t take long before there will be no trace left” that makes me smile. They are also magnets for pollinators, perhaps a slightly less Armageddonesque reason to love them.
This pink beauty is doing well at The Farm. Rescued earlier in the year from a garden centre Death Row, it has made a full recovery. Last week it was full of bees and butterflies, as any buddleja worth its salt should be. Unfortunately these supping beauties were too quick for me, you will have to make do with their landing pad.