It may be a bombus hypnorum (tree bumblebee) or it might be a different kind of bee.
This may be a bombus cryptarum or maybe a bombus sensu stricto. It’s hard to tell. This too might be a completely different kind of bee.
You never wait for anything, my husband usually tells me. If I am waiting for him to finish something, I’ll start on something else. Then he’ll end up waiting for me to finish whatever I began. This morning I was waiting for our much-cherished espresso machine to warm up, and since I don’t wait, I started watering the indoor plants. I had some fertilised water left and wandered into the garden to find a place to empty the can. The garden is so beautiful after rain and all the rhododendron bushes are blooming, so I dumped the can in the rhubarb plant and ran in to get my camera. And there I was, standing in the wet grass in my PJs with my husband’s Toms on my feet, looking at the flowers and the snails and the bright green leaves and a heavy bumble bee, completely forgetting that the espresso machine was now waiting for me.
Happiness is to eat tomatoes right off the vine. If this was a contest, Matina won. Here is Matina is to the right and Norderås bush tomato to the left. Matina was the first of seven varieties to ripen, and this is the third Matina I’m enjoying. Norderås was second runner up, this being the first ripe one harvested. Now I’m hoping for some more sun, so maybe yellow submarine and black cherry will show me their true colors too.
Still waiting for the tomatoes to ripen. Matina was first of the seven varieties.