... I do flyIt's open house, here, and nectar is on the menu:
After summer merrily.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
There are dozens of these partying in every rhododendron shrub, from dawn to dark. They dash from flower to flower, barely staying for a second in each. Time's a wasting!
A tiny wasp (I think), who came to share our tea break at Tim Horton's.
A common backswimmer, Notonecta undulata.
A puddle across the street is full of these. They lounge at the surface in the sunshine, belly-up, head-down, holding on to the "skin" of the water with their toes.
They are predators, eating other bugs and even small fish (not in this puddle, though). And they are really fast; those back legs make great oars. The front ones are spiny, for grabbing prey, but the back legs and tail are feathery, like bird wings.
This one got flipped over when I moved it. Isn't it pretty?
The bees are not the only diners on my rhododendrons; here's a flower longhorn beetle.
"Where the bee sucks, there suck I." (Shakespeare)
And with so much going on, the spiders are keeping busy. This one is a granddaughter of Fat Momma.
Achearanea tepidariorum, American house spider
One more photo, not a bug. A flower smaller than any of today's bugs; just a small blue dot in the grass.
Tiny but beautiful