I’ve never seen this critter before, but I found it feasting on the White Dome Hydrangeas in the front garden. It has a long proboscis that looked to be slurping up nectar. I’m not much of an insect fan. I do enjoy watching all the buzzing insects on the hydrangeas, but I do all gardening with gloves because, um, I don’t want to touch a bug. I know. It’s one of those irrational things. But this bug was actually kind of pretty with its orange head and shimmery bluish wings.
I haven’t always been a gardener, but I have always loved gardens. It has taken 16 years to get my gardens into the shape they are today. And, I’ve had help. I’m 74 years old, have rheumatoid arthritis, and had a late stage cancer six years ago. I am, though, intrepid. I’m the kind of person who plods along, tailoring my goals as I go. Last November I had a long overdue knee replacement surgery and I’m hoping this spring, summer, and fall will be able to maintain and find even more joy working in all of my garden beds. Full disclosure, though. I have a garden guy who comes once a week to work in my gardens.
Garden 337 