Other side of the petal – My Sunday Photo
And what did the beetle see as she peeped over the top of the petal?
Female thick legged flower beetle. The males have the thick back legs, in case you’re wondering.
The Flower Inspector – My Sunday photo
In the marquee, long trestle tables set up, with flower filled jam jars, spaced at regular intervals. Moving quietly from one jam jar to another, was the flower inspector. Smartly dressed in black and white. Unnoticed by most. Not her usual venue, but she would do her best. Indeed, so dedicated and intent on her job, that she ignored me shadowing her along the tables, as I followed with my camera. She is a pro.
When finally the last flower was approved by the tiny worker, she flew out through the door. Back into the open air. The festivities could begin. The flowers had been checked.
Another venue received the buzz approval.
(Spent the weekend in the Lake District. My niece’s and new nephew-in-law’s wedding. Congratulations to them both.)
Dragon scales – My Sunday Photo
Spotted a fungi covered stump on our dawn chorus walk. Easy to over look when your eye is drawn to the woodland floor, covered by the spectacular and colourful show of bluebells and stitchwort.
To me, this is just as spectacular. The texture and subtle shades. Like scales of a sleeping dragon. Surely a legend or tale should be woven around this old sentry. Am I the only one that walks on, still filling in the blanks of the story for this woodland landmark, I wonder?
