Time’s Up …
That’s life …
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No sentiment in nature.
… and death.
The pawpaw are too long on the tree to ripen properly so they go to the creatures of the garden, placed in strategic spots.
As time passes and the elements get to the fruit they begin to rot and ferment, at a rate relative to exposure.
Don’t want them all ripening at the same time, isn’t good for anyone, me or them.
And so I caught some revellers, blowing alcoholic bubbles, and falling about the place.
A honey bee must have gotten drunk and fallen into the liquid centre ringed with mold.
She didn’t make it back to the hive with her packet of pollen but made her contribution.
To the whole, for the greater good. Every little bit serves.
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Nature's Place 
Of course she does
Beautiful sequence. I find your first, with the tiny fly with the nectar drop, and the detail in the bee’s eye especially poignant.
Thanks K…
Ouch!…
Indeed!
Interesting narrative and the photos are WOW.
Thanks David. No sentiment to weigh them down.
Aww poor bee got drunk
:-)
Amazing images, Mark! At least she died happy (one assumes).
Thanks Cate. I rather thing bees, or the natural creatures generally, don’t suffer from the dubious condition called happiness – it being subject to the opposite, unhappiness. Let’s settle on ‘she died drunk’, maybe? :-)
but made her contribution!
As we all do, eventually.