I STOOD AIMLESSLY

for a while near the Buddleia when suddenly an insect came flying and she landed on the flowers. I had all the time to take pictures of her, then she did not for one moment hesitate. Was she aware of me I wondered. Was she a fly? with blue wings, could that be a kind that I could look up in the guide-book?
Perhaps it a a bee or a wasp. Perhaps a Tachina fera? She has the look of one.
It staued a riddle and more so when I had looked at all the drawings, one by one.
I am not really good at identifying, because I get confused all the time and I have to admit that I have the same trouble with remembering faces well. That last issue is a nuisance, in earlier times more so than it is now.
The sky kept covered today, the heath was no less but one could stay outside and do a bit of reading. Skyping with Mischa too.
It will stay hot during the night but no thunder is expected here in the middle of Germany.

My haiku:

Do they keep coming
And from where and if they leave
Where will they go to?

And the proverb:

A penny in the forehead.

(Allusion to a nursery joke in which a coin is pressed to the forehead so as to be felt as if still there after removal.)

1607 in Sharpham, Cupid's Whirligig.