Skipping

After a dreary morning, late this afternoon the sky suddenly brightened, and it warmed up by several degrees. Within a couple of minutes the black horehound patch, which had been virtually deserted, filled with competing bees, butterflies, and hoverflies, and … Continued

Living dangerously

At the point when the Wool Carder spotted the red spider mite and turned to look at it, he lifted the spikes at the end of his abdomen in a way I’d have interpreted as threatening if I’d been the … Continued