Busy busy ...

It was the noise that attracted my attention - the ecstatic (well it sounded ecstatic) buzzing from the heart of this rose in my garden as I was hanging out washing. The bee was vibrating, seemingly rolling about in the rose, scattering these yellow bits (pistils? stamens? whatever ...) in its wake.

These rosa rugosa grow like weeds, take over when you're not looking, flop on their new over-long stems when it rains and jag at your sleeve as you pass. I'm forever cutting them back. But I love them, love their colour and their scent, love the way they're always full of bees.