On the Edge

Wings snapped shut as the white-tailed bee pushed into her space as I had done less intrusively with my camera. Cold and slow she was still holding onto her instincts to feed and looking very beautiful with it here on the terrace. 

Neatly getting me out of a hole for my blip I knelt down with the dogs at my side to get a few shots.

Busy sorting Dad's appointments to cancel and many other scenarios going on up there. I spent all yesterday evening doing just the same too. How can there be so much? No matter.

Quick chat with Deb before her Columbia trip - lucky lady x