This morning, as a wee hover fly landed on the flower I was taking a photo of, I realised I am never going to tire of adding shocked expressions to flowers with bugs on them. Never. I am a simple being.
The friendship is solid, but there might be some issues around boundaries.
(Popped back to the #garden while the sun was out and it was seriously frisky out there. I felt quite in the way. I got intrigued by the different angles of the antennae mind you; coincidence or significant?)
I spent a good while chasing burnet moths down the headland. I really like them when they fly, as they look like super-funky little black dots with bright red blurry wings.
This is the best of a relatively bad bunch of resulting photos, but hey, at least I got some exercise during the chase.
When I first looked at this photo I thought it looked like something from a bee's dream sequence. A big fluffy pink pollen bed for a snoozy bee to drift away on.
OK. I have loads of photos to sort through and have got weirdly obsessed with one small tomato but @nellie_m suggested that it looked like it wanted to bounce and... well... it did.