My backfield takes on a yellow hue when the Goldenrod comes into bloom, and having learned to blame the correct pollen – ragweed – for my hay fever, I am unreserved in my welcome of it. Many others are unreserved as well. The yellow that catches my eye catches the attention of many species, and while I do the Goldenrod the good of simply leaving it alone, others do it the good of flying in for a meal and flying out with pollen they’ll spread to other Goldenrod plants.
On a sunny September day, Painted Lady Butterflies, bees, and wasps showed up to feast on the golden plumes.
Eudora Watson 