Death in the summerhouse

While it sounds like the title of an Agatha Christie paperback, it was what I found when I went into the summerhouse for the first time in ages. I was thinking about the view from the window of the Japanese Anemones blowing in the wind, but finding this dead bee, thought it made a more interesting blip. One for my French friend Aurelie perhaps, who takes pictures of dead nature, among other things. She also published a nice image from St Valery sur Somme along with some text (in French) that I took a stab at translating. It struck me at the time it was rather like a blip.