Dwarf Michaelmas daisies have been a wonderful attraction for every sort of insect starching for nectar or pollen this week or two past. The variety of the visitors has been extraordinary and has included wasps, honey-bees, hovercrs, drone flies and smaller ones of the midge sort. Cutting the hedge for the last time this season, I brushed through the daisies and stirred up the insects from the flowers. A buzz that might have come from a beehive greeted me. The hoverers rose a little, the bees complained, the small flies tumbled aver each other in the air. The attraction of the daisies reminded me of the way butterflies haunt a buddlcia bush in August. There were no butterflies on the daisies, however. The only specimen I saw during the afternoon was one that came fluttering indoors, disturbed from his chosen place in the grassbox of the mower. For a while I wore this butterfly on my shoulder, for he came to rest there, but later he flew off and probably found a more suitable rest- ing place in the curtains.