Beside the slough in Elgin Heritage Park, at the end of the Nicomekl river:
Shallow, muddy, slimy water, with the invasive but beautiful yellow iris.
Mama and her five little ones. And green reflections.
These flowers will continue to thrive, if I can judge by the pollinating activity around them. They were swarming with bees.
A bee enters the flower on the marked pathway, nosing under the upper petal, and scrambling down the tunnel into the centre. He stays there barely a second before he backs out again, to fly immediately to a different flower, on a separate stalk. I watched for a while, and never saw a bee go to the next open throat on the same stalk.