The garden is simply buzzing with bees, flitting from one bloom to another, practically pushing each other out of the way to get to the nectar. If I were my friend Gail at Clay and Limestone I would know which bee was which but as it is I know only the carpenter bees by name. The rest will have to be a learning opportunity for me.
Borage is hugely favored today.
Geranium citrosa serving as a bee magnet.
Carpenter bees as well as several other types are just covering the wisteria, more so than I recall in the past. At times there were close to 100 bees raising a ruckus in the side yard.
Another pollinator finding the wisteria irresistible.
All of the bees here are quite docile. They go about their work (or is it partying?) in the midst of the child care children running and playing and they tolerate me and my camera always. The only time I've been stung was when I put my hand right down on top of one poor doomed honey bee as I pulled the gate closed. I will admit it hurt so badly I could barely say the word 'ice' to my husband when I ran in to get some to slow the swelling. Getting the stinger out within seconds of the sting and using the ice meant little pain after an hour or so but it was sensitive for several days. Even so, it seems a small price to pay for the show they put on each summer!