Flower, bee, pollen.
Flower, bee, pollen.
Fed up with “bee on flower” photos yet? Surely we can fit in just one more before the season is over?
Bee, borage, background of calendula. Job done.
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.
A wonderful violet, deepest of deep, shag pile carpet. And bee.
Outside it is blowing and blustering and sheeting rain. Hope this little chap from earlier today has found a port in this storm.
Possibly Salvia atropurpurea with some kind of buzzy bee thing. It was that kind of day. Vague in a good way.
Bees on heleniums are so last season, darling! This year it is all about the baby snail.
For various reasons, many of which may appear to be a product of my fertile imagination but are in fact quite true, I haven’t tended Mr and Mrs Bun’s garden for a month.
The upshot of this was that my visit today was full of discovery. Some things have bloomed and bolted. Much has grown, as is only right at this time of year, and a few have succumbed and gone to the great compost heap in the sky (well bottom of the garden actually). The lilac was in full regalia, the forget-me-nots overstretched, the wildflower meadow was showing great promise and the foxglove/camassia/vinca combo an accidental triumph. The blackbirds chicks have fledged the nest and fearlessly accompanied us around the garden. When they weren’t rustling in the vegetation they were nagging their parents for food.
But most arresting of all were these tulips, their name lost in the depths of the recycle bin. I don’t care what the stunners are called, and nor does the ecstatic bumblebee filling his tank at the pollen station. We both agreed, these peaches and cream peony flowered blooms made our day. Well I’m sure that is what the bee would have told me if he wasn’t so engrossed in his food finding business. Just lovely.
If I were a bee, hunkered down against the winter gloom, I would have risked a short foray out into the big bad world today. The blue sky and the fragrant mahonia flowers, advertising their wares with perfumed wafts, would have been provocation enough. If I were a bee I doubt I would be one of the more restrained variety. However, even the strictest “I’ve set my alarm to spring and I refuse to leave this burrow until it goes off” type would have been sorely tempted.
Although I have been known to do a little pollination, I am of course not a bee. But still I was very pleased to be outside amongst the early blooms and the sunshine, warm and content.
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