|Humble Bumblebee on a Good Day|
|Double Petal Calibrachoa Flowers|
Today, I didn't see him as I watered, and he crawled out from under one of the flower clusters soaking wet. He flitted his wings and nothing happened. No lift off. Then he climbed to a blossom at the highest part of the plant and turned his body so the sun would shine on his back and wings and sat very still. He tilted his head downward, like he was praying. I felt so bad for getting him wet. I think of him as a gardening friend. He was helpless as he sat there in the sun until his wings and fuzzy little black and yellow vest dried.
I sat down on the porch step nearby and watched over him until he dried and finally buzzed off. I get rather attached to my garden buddies.