For 62 years - Dedicated to Protecting, Preserving and Promoting
The interests of The Eloise Butler Wildflower Garden and Bird Sanctuary
The Friends are hosting a party for the benefit of the Eloise Butler Wildflower Garden. Tour this historic house and garden on Lake of the Isles on June 25th 2015, 5 to 8:30 PM. Details Here.
A brief review of the spring season of 2005, 1990, 1965, 1940 and 1915, details
A photo selection of late April to Early May Flowers. Photos
The Garden is host to over 600 native plant species with habitat varying from marsh to woodland to prairie and Oak savanna. For seasonal photos, species listings, plant information - read more. .
Clinton Odell's daughter recounts her Garden and Friends history in this interview.
Eloise Butler writes about Spring Flowers. Article here.
Eloise Butler wrote: "Jack-the-Jester has, of course, the reputed wisdom of former times; but you’ll get no drippings of it, unless you frequent the sanctuary of the wilderness. But even as a preacher, he cannot refrain from some foolish pranks. No one would be astonished to find, as is sometimes the case, two Jacks fraternally occupying the same pulpit; but an observer was doubled up with laughter to see a Jack holding forth in two united pulpits. Only the student, or one versed in wood lore, would recognize Jack, when he first pricks through the ground, in the form of a slender, slightly curved, sharp-pointed bud, with a protective sheath mottled like snake skin". More plant info. .
“During the amorous season, such a jealousy prevails between the male birds that they can hardly bear to be together in the same hedge or field. Most of the singing and elation of spirits of that time seem to me to be the effect of rivalry and emulation: and it is to this spirit of jealousy that I chiefly attribute the equal dispersion of birds in the spring over the face of the country." Gilbert White, Feb. 8, 1772, from Letters to Daines Barrington - A Natural History of Selborne.
In the budding woods on April days,
Faint with fragrance from the life begun,
Where the early fluttering sunbeam plays
Like a prisoned creature of the sun,
With sweet trill or plaintive note,
Quick pulsation of a throat,
With the life and light of Spring,
There the birds of April sing.