While lying on the settle outside with the intention to relax a while, I couldn't resist the temptation to get up again.
The many bees, wasps, and butterflies are busy exploring my garden. But what is the attraction for the hover-flies to this one particular poppy?
Is there a birthday party going on (and I am not invited), are they munching on the equivalent of a wedding cake? Or was there an article in the 'hover-buzz' newspaper this morning about THE place to get your Sunday Brunch - in the gourmet capital which is my little patch of a garden?
All I know is, that my head comes up with stories, and there is no getting away with ignoring the specatcles in my garden.