Huddle
The b***** b****** w****** – sorry, weather – has gone off again. Our wild garden is now in the state of acute bogginess it normally only achieves around midwinter, and the supposedly higher and dryer bits aren’t much better. I’m … 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
I don’t know why the Romans felt that they needed a word to describe the state of being feather-footed, but apparently they did, and ‘plumipes’ was it. ‘Anthophora’, I think, is a Greek term for flowering plants. So this little … Continued