Daisies for breakfast

They always remind me of fried eggs.

Sunny side up.

A bit silly tonight, after hours of wrestling with my computer.

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Siempre me hacen pensar en huevos estrellados. Unas margaritas en un terreno baldío.

Estoy un poco loca esta noche, después de horas de luchar con la computadora.

White and yellow

Daisies grow all along the sides of the highway. Masses of them, entire fields of dancing daisies.

So cheerful!

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Ahora las margaritas cubren campos enteros, bailando en la brisa.

Bzzzzzzz

At least there are bees.

The news is horrific, the virus is spreading, the future seems dim. But at least there are bees.

Bee on daisy

Honeybee on Gold Star

 I've given up, for now, on trying to identify species of local bees, but at least the honeybees are distinctive.

Another bee on Gold Star

These were in the meadow beside Oyster Bay.  Every patch of flowers was busy.

And another.

I can't identify the white drooping flowers behind these Gold Stars. I was lying on the ground in the meadow, so it was a very small plant. I'll have to go back and look for these.

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Por lo menos hay abejas.

Las noticias son terribles, el virus sigue aumentando, y el futuro no promete algo mejor.

Pero por lo menos hay abejas.

Estas estaban en el campo al lado de Oyster Bay. Abejas de varias especies en flores de margarita y "Estrella de Oro" (Gold Star, Crocidium multicaule).

Daisy whites

Sometimes it takes a little thing to point out how much we are polluting our environment. I stopped to take photos of daisies beside the highway north. They were covered in dust and pockmarked. Even the bees were dusty.

Then, high on the cliffs above Brown's Bay, 4 kilometres from the highway as the crow flies, I stopped at another daisy patch. Not a speck of dust in sight, even though the road (not frequently travelled, but still) was gravel and bare dirt.

Daisies and unidentified fly. As shot; no cleanup needed. No dust.

Daisy with syrphid fly.

Cropped from previous photo. I think that fly is transparent: I can see the individual florets of the daisy in the "yellow" stripes on the fly's abdomen. Again, no touch-ups needed.

One daisy, many buds. And another syrphid fly.

Just daisies

Among the logs at Oyster Bay.

One daisy

Five and a quarter daisies

Promissory note

We walked today through the wetlands at Elgin Heritage Park along the shores of the Nicomekl River, and came home leg-weary, a bit sunburnt, and carrying loaded cameras. And there were duelling bees, dancing lupins, cottonwood snow, and a life bird! And more! I'll have the story in a day or two, but for now, I've had it for the day.

Here are a couple of daisies that were waiting for us just outside the parking lot.

I'm glad they don't mow this lawn.

And now, goodnight!