If you’ve borne with me here at Meanwhile, at the Manse through the past couple of summers, you’ll probably recall me reporting multiple times on the wasps that were plaguing us. Raymond is highly allergic to wasp stings, so it’s no fun at all when lots of them are buzzing around the Manse – or, as happened one ghastly afternoon early last summer, inside one of the bedrooms. This year, I am extremely happy to report (and I am touching wood as I do so), the wasp activity has been minimal. I gather they like hot, dry weather, and perhaps all the coldness and wetness of this past neverending winter and late-arriving spring has put a damper (so to speak) on them. To which I can only say: good.
But I’ve noticed what seems (to my unpractised eye, anyway) like more activity than usual on the bumblebee front. There are a lot of them around. I’ve always liked bumblebees and the happy, slow buzzing sound they make as they do good work for us all by pollinating our plants and flowers, so to me this is a good state of affairs. (Also, I gather they’re not much for stinging, which is excellent news for Raymond.)
In the front yard of the Manse there is an elderly shrub that at this time of year, after coming out of winter hibernation, has a lot of pink flowers on it. (Of course I haven’t the vaguest idea what it is, being the rookiest of rookie gardeners; I’m hoping knowledgeable readers might enlighten me on that front, so here is a photo of it that I took this evening:
Anyway, that shrub is absolutely alive with bumblebees these days. There’s a constant buzzing in it, as three or four of them at a time bumble along from bloom to bloom, pollinating their heads off. As we all know, the disappearance of bees and thus of their essential-to-all-life pollinating work is an alarming situation, so I have nothing but good will toward the bees busily buzzing in our front yard.
In other words: Go bumblebees go!