The Crepe Myrtles are blooming, as they always do in the hottest part of the summer, providing a splash of color in a sun-scorched, humidity-hazed world, though it is wonderfully cool (mid 80s for a high) today. The bees love them. The branches bend above my tomato plants, and I am tall, so they buzz near my ears. As a child their presence would have terrified me, but now I find we are all busy about our set tasks, and we don't really bother each other. Here is a bee on the borage, which continues to bloom even after the plant falls over in a rain shower. The plant just grows new upward spikes.
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