The unfolding leaves of an aquilegia
Watching a queen bee in the damson blossom, brushing the petals to the ground is a reminder that summer is on its way....
The Bee -Orchis
I saw a bee, I saw a flower,
I looked again and said, For sure
Never was flower, never was bee
Locked in such immobility.
The loud bees lurched about the hill,
But this flower-buried bee was still;
I said O Love, has love the power
To change a bee into a flower.
This is a little orange tailed bee in a cranesbill, the ultra violet of the veins draws it to the centre of the flower.