All the recent rains have rearranged the forest floor, adding sediment and support to grass clumps, cactus, flowers, forbs.
The fernbush is in full bloom, but the flock of shiny little black bees has yet to appear. They always come for about a week and cover the candelabra flower plumes.
Meanwhile the honeybees continue their mysterious sweeping behavior, either, I think, harvesting pitch from the pine hive box, or applying a thin layer of propolis to protect the front from monsoonal moisture. Who knows?
And their comb-building frenzy brings them perilously close to the back wall of the hive. Very soon I’ll have to harvest a comb, to ensure that they have room to continue building; otherwise, if they get honey locked, they could leave altogether.