It was not a great day to be a gardener. It was definitely not a gloating day, a day when I have to resist calling friends at their offices desks and hold my phone to the air, shouting “hear the birds, hear the breeze, hear the sea!”. On the contrary, it was a day when a microwaved pasty, an unlimited supply of coffee and some idle gossip by the photocopier would have been welcome. Perhaps not, on reflection, I think I will tough it out after all.
Like myself, this pollen laden bee supping from a lithodora flower was most likely in hiding today. Our day will come, my little friend, they have promised.