Such a happy water hyacinth. I think it’s celebrating not being salad for raccoons. Or maybe it suddenly realized that Labor Day is the end of summer, so if it was going to flower, it better do it now. You’d think with that bright yellow target just beckoning to bees it would have more pollinators visiting it. So where are the bees?
Stopping by for a drink of water, that’s all. They like the water garden all right, but for the water part, not the garden part. Bees get thirsty, too. And yes, in the end, I always come back to the bees.
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