Crashed
I must be honest – when I first saw him, I thought he was dead. If you check out my second photo, you’ll probably see why: even for a bee, this is an absurd sleeping position, especially as he appears … Continued
While the Boy Wonder was taking a pram nap this afternoon, pushed around the park by his doting grandfather, I went on a small bug hunt, and found some small bugs. In this case the small bug is a sweat … Continued
When R described me as a domestic goddess this afternoon, I raised an eyebrow at him and waited for the punchline, but it turned out that he was being sincere. Compliments tend to make me laugh uncomfortably and reel off … Continued
So it’s not only women who can do two things at once. I saw this hairy-footed flower bee fly into the dead-nettle patch, and stood at the edge of the flower bed, camera poised, waiting for him to come back … Continued