With so many beautiful winged creatures flitting about my yard it's hard not to become obssessed! It isn't that I sit and wait for a photo-op but when I go hang the washing, there's a bee scouting around for a brand new home! I go to water the plants or do some weeding and they're there in rust and red and black and blue with bits of yellow in between. They, more than make up for the lack of pretty blooms at the moment. The spectacular mottled beauty came a-calling today and I'm so glad to be able to share these shots. Enjoy!
Glory be to God for dappled things- For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings; Landscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow, and plough; And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him. Gerard Manley Hopkins
The first flowering shrub I planted on our land
Every flower is a soul blooming in Nature.-Gerard De Nerval
Shall I not have intelligence with the earth? Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself? -Henry David Thoreau