|Service berries by the fence line|
After the rain, in that strange light that lingers in the air, everything looks greener, even the service berries by the pasture fence.
|apple blossoms against a cloudy sky|
|apple blossoms close up|
It was hard to capture a clear picture of each blossom, because they would not stand still. The branches of the new apple tree were towering up into the sky and swaying in the breeze.
|apple branches swaying in the breeze|
The Weigela blossoms, more numerous that the apple blooms, and just as pretty, drew my entire bee population into their midst.
|a bee comes to call on a Weigela bloom|
Which Weigela blossom is best? Which is the prettiest? Which offers the sweetest nectar? It is very hard for me to tell, and gauging by the bees' reactions, they don't know, either. Every one is beautiful in its own way -- and they are very hard to tell apart!