The far from humble bumble bee

ON this sunny September day, the flowers on the sedum plants in the garden have, I think, reddened more since I visited them this morning, and the insects visiting them have increased three-fold.

It is hard to stay indoors on a day like this and the display of butterflies, bees and hoverflies in the garden makes it even more difficult. I can forego sunbathing, but to turn my back on the display and focus on black letters slowly crawling across a white screen seems almost a sin.

The syndrome of not wanting to miss something special or unique will, I image, be familiar to my readers. The gorgeous panoply of winged insects on the reddening flowers will, of course, happen again but never again, perhaps, in the same configuration, although in a thousand others, equally striking.