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So many different sorts of bee
I went a bit overboard planting blanket flower back in December. It was cool and dry, and the plants weren't very big, and I had no real expectations of them bulking out as much as they did once things warmed back up.
Blanket flower is very pretty, and very showy, and I've wound up with a big fucking essentially contiguous stand of it in my front yard. This basically means that every bee and bee-adjacent bug in a half-mile radius cannot get enough of it. I was out watering at the correct time for bees this afternoon, and honey bees? Check. Solitary bees? Check. Solitary wasps? Check. Flies pretending to be bees? Check. It was just a buzzing mess of activity, and all the different sorts of bees had their own priorities.
The mustard greens have finally bolted, which means a sea of pretty little yellow flowers, which means tiny little wasps and butterflies visiting them.
Blanket flower is very pretty, and very showy, and I've wound up with a big fucking essentially contiguous stand of it in my front yard. This basically means that every bee and bee-adjacent bug in a half-mile radius cannot get enough of it. I was out watering at the correct time for bees this afternoon, and honey bees? Check. Solitary bees? Check. Solitary wasps? Check. Flies pretending to be bees? Check. It was just a buzzing mess of activity, and all the different sorts of bees had their own priorities.
The mustard greens have finally bolted, which means a sea of pretty little yellow flowers, which means tiny little wasps and butterflies visiting them.