As the path is followed that leads to the shed the sound of buzzing and the feel of thrumming cannot be ignored. What appears to be all the same kind of bee is gathering the pollen produced by the white flowers. If there is a fragrance to these flowers, we wouldn’t know of it, the presence of the insects flitting around prevents that deep inhale of nose in blossom. In fact, just the taking of these photographs caused some concern about being stung. The numbers of bees sipping nectar is astounding. The whole area vibrates as though it were a machine.
We are not afraid of bees in the garden, even though stings have occurred. But that time it was my own fault for wearing a long flowing skirt and walking up the steps while the ajuga was in bloom. The large bumblebees love those blue spikes on the ajuga and one flew up inside my skirt and had a panic attack, stinging me multiple times on the thigh. He was very frightened. I lifted my skirt above my waist for him to fly out to freedom, thankful for the privacy of the back gardens. But these little bees are something different, and seem to only be on the pyracanthas. Can anyone out there in the blogdom identify him?
Pyracanthas are a shrub that has been grown at every house we have owned. In Pennsylvania, California, Tennessee, Texas, and back to Tennessee again, we have planted at least one. The reason for this is the memories of having three large pyracanthas at my childhood home in Oklahoma. They were planted along the foundation of our white stucco house, and were as large as the ones we now have growing along the fence. The reddish orange berries added more interest long after the flowers had faded. Many birds like to build their nests in the thorny braches in addition to dining on the berries.
The leaves are semi evergreen, whatever that means. During the winter this lush leafiness is not apparent, although a few leaves do remain, turning darker and more leathery with the cold. The berries do not persist past fall, being devoured by the hungry hoardes of cardinals among others. Maybe that is one reason we have so many cardinals that live in the garden the year around, the berry bonanza provided by the pyracanthas.
Wings neatly crossed and laying flat on his back, the saddlebag pollen sacks on his legs bulging, our friendly bee is doing a good job of insuring a bounteous berry production this fall. Our hats off to you and your cohorts! Maybe this post will help us to know you and your brethren better if some knowledgable reader will leave a message as to your name.