Yesterday the Red Admirals were feasting on the windfall apples, a late summer tradition in Max’s garden. I enjoy this annual event as much as the tipsy butterflies, watching them flit from fruit to rotting fruit, with the odd frisky interval. I’d best make it quite clear that it was the butterflies that were frisky, not me. Neither was I tipsy. Far from the flocking bank holiday hoards, I was content working in the warm sunshine and welcome calm, all was serene.
There was a slight blip in my tranquil day, which involved a close encounter of the slow worm kind. The accident was quickly resolved and his home reinstated. I left two juicy slugs near his disturbed front door as recompense. Hopefully I am forgiven and he has recovered from the invasion of the giant gardener.
Today, the photobombing bees were unavoidable.
As if you would want to avoid them.
My words have failed me at the moment. I’ve had a little shufty about and still nothing. I’m sure they’ll come back, they usually do.
Instead I am all action. Just like this ladybird patrolling the sturdy pillar of a cardoon; ever vigilant for aphid infestation and a bit of lunch.
For your information: Greenfly are not my snack of choice, though feel free to send twiglets.
It would have been rude not too.
It is always special to see once of your babies doing well. This Iochroma australe was grown from seed and now, with its pale sister, is thriving in Max’s garden.
I do wish I had kept one for myself. It could have elbowed its way into a corner somewhere.
On reflection it probably is for the best. Sometimes you have to let your young ‘uns go, to spread their leaves elsewhere.
Dahlia coccinea has weathered the sluggy storm and finally mustered enough energy to flower. Persistence sometimes pays off.
A window of relief from the rain. A relentlessly flowering Inula hookeri. A bee taking full advantage.
I rescued this bee today. Or perhaps not. She was stumbling drunk through the unmown grass, on a road to nowhere. I picked her up, asking kindly that she did not sting me, and put her on the ginger lily, Hedychium aurantiacum. If I was a bee it is where I would like to be. She had a few sups then tumbled down to the soil below, stumbling into the undergrowth. Which is where I left her, hopefully to find what she was looking for or a place to lay her head.
Today’s perpetual rain was a great contrast to the warming sun and frisky breezes of yesterday.
I thought another “bee on flower” photo might redress the balance, if only a little.