Regular winged visitors to my garden are small bees, common grass yellow and cabbage white butterflies. But the other day I was greeted by the sight of this magnificent yellow wasp feeding on a bloom of the same colour!
A closer look revealed lovely dark brown markings on the back. Although I wished it'd turn and show me its best angle--the whole body captured in all its designer (for that's what it looked like) detail, it was so engrossed in its ambrosian pursuit that it didn't have the time to read my mind. Ah well, there's always a next time!
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