Day 282, The Power Plants

In conditions of rain, cold, and overall inclement environmental conditions not conducive to that of a pleasant summer, we may bury our heads.

But while our heads are buried many in the plucky plant world open the doors for the insect world to feast.

Flowers of all shapes and sizes are living it up mere centimetres from the front door of someone.  Cone shaped, bowl, bell, flat open, lipped, those with landing platforms and those like Monkshood which tickle the fancy of all specific types of bees.  They are there providing resources for the insect diaspora*.

Unfortunately we have none of those plants here other than dandelions, less exotic and exciting to us maybe but still of value to the insect world.

Here's a white flowered foxglove, former local plant, and like a sort of public house for bees.  They nip in for a swift one and then end up in there all afternoon.

Although on a day like today, where it is a tad wet, there isn't really that much activity at this perennial bar.

And in fact there aren't any of those outside at the moment either as the seeds I collected are still in a paper bag...

Anyway, what's with this 'The Power of Plants'?

It's written on the side of some of some of that deodorant stuff you get sent at Christmas.  I just noticed the container in the bathroom and am now using the phrase as a distraction while trying not to be dismayed by the weather.

Maybe with regard to the weather 'The Power of Pants' might be more appropriate.

*this is stretching the meaning somewhat.

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