Sunday, 23 June 2019
Somekinda deep flower unknown to me. Or, frankly, forgotten. It happens.
Now this, don’t think I’ve seen white lavender before, but that is what this is. And the bees know it’s collection time.
We got blasted by two vigorous storm cells. Rain. Wind. Mildly scary for a Sunday afternoon when we didn’t have any idea we’d riled up the weather gods.