Still in my pyjamas, it seemed like a good idea to do some strawberry picking while the sun was out earlier on. The strawberries aren’t totally ripe but I couldn’t bare the thought of losing them (all).
It’s a bit tricky negotiating the path through the forest garden at the moment, what with the netting and vegetation covering up the stones and bricks I step along. Thus, it is no wonder I brushed against some phacelia.
The next thing I knew was a jab in my thigh! At a pinch, the jab could have been the phacelia. But through the fleece? And leaving a small swelling?
The bumblebee who done it, I believe, had taken a fancy to the pyjamas. It wasn’t trying to collect any pollen or nectar, though. Instead it was rubbing its hindquarters over the fabric, which I was now pulling up as far away from my skin as possible.
Then I noticed something I’ve been eagerly waiting for over the past few days. Except it was a different poppy from the one I had expected.