Until this weekend, the bees and I had an understanding.
I deadhead the flowers, which produces more for them to enjoy.
I leave them alone; they leave me alone.
Someone didn’t get the message.
A honeybee stung me, stuck in me and wouldn’t let go. I read later that honeybees sting only once, leaving their stinger and venon sac in the victim. This results in their own premature death. Bumblebees, yellow jackets and wasps on the other hand can sting multiple times. That’s just wrong.
The justice of a strike for a life seems fair.
Like the knats that have invaded the garden this year, the spiders have their revenge.
With temperatures already approaching the century mark, the bees, butterflies, dogs and dog walkers were moving slow – easy prey for my camera.
Even the killdeer is too hot to sit on her babies – so she shades them instead.
The pups took their walkers to their favorite shady spots. Lily has this down.
Lucky pups. Not so lucky walkers and gardeners. Jody worked on sprinklers in the west yard, Maria fixed the drip in the Willow garden, and Rob mowed. I think I got the better end of the deal this weekend, except for the stinging bee.
If it is this hot in the spring, I think we’re in for a long summer. No complaints though, when surrounded by good dogs,
good friends and beautiful flowers…
with mostly well-behaved bees.