.
.
This is a prized specimen on the peach tree in my backyard, before a squirrel discovered it this morning.
Most years, when spring arrives, the absence of bees dooms the tree’s production to a pathetic harvest of pea-sized, sick-green bulbs that drop in the harsh winds of June storms. But this year the bees showed up and fulfilled their pollenating duties.
So here in July, quick, before more squirrel depradation, I gathered these:
.
.