About three rows of trees down from my front garden, the mist is rolling in from the English Channel. This image is taken from my studio window.
How I adore this exuberance. I swear it comes from not weeding, evah!
I counted at least eight different kind of bees…there are white faced bees, there are bees with a very long snout, like shrews. There are furry black bees with a bright orange backside. There are indigenous black honey bees and also the normal golden honey bee. There are black and white bumble bees and tiny black bumble bees. There are yellow, black and white bumble bees. Plus a few bee-looking characters that I think are actually flies in disguise. They hover like helicopters and seem to chase the other bees.
Anyway. I’m loved up by all this, and could sit here telling the bees for hours.
But, I must back to the studio. And the infernal cockatiels! Man!
Meanwhile I luxuriate in the knowledge that others have this daft love for bees and flowers, too…https://annakeiller.wordpress.com/2013/10/02/telling-the-bees/