That has changed. The sunlight outside my window is bright with flying things, bees and wasps and a tiny moth. Down on the dunes, the ants are swarming, and cabbage moths led me a merry chase, without any luck, of course. Cleaning up the garden this afternoon, I woke a big, black beetle. The spiders are back in business. Good times are coming!
On the hydrangea, I found this syrphid fly, who obligingly posed for me just beyond where I could reach without danger of falling into the leaves.
|In the sunlight, he glowed, especially that golden vest.|
And I managed to get close enough to the clematis to catch this bee arriving.
|I didn't know their wings bent when they were flying. No wonder they're so agile in the air!|
|The clematis, sans bee.|