The early bees are assaulting and fumbling the flowers:
They call it easing the Spring
Naming of Parts (1942), Henry Reed
After a night of heavy rain and blustery winds, the morning was calm with clear cold skies and veils of mist clinging to the distant hills. There is a whisphered promise of a fine gardening day. In the cool early morning a few drowsy bumblebees stumble across the deep pink umbels of the sedum, seeking a few drops of nectar to start the morning buzz.
In the vegetable garden, in a far corner of a neglected fruit cage, the everlasting peas (Lathyrus latifolius) scramble and tumble over a luxuriant growth of weeds. The pannicles of white flowers are beginning to fade, and although a little jaded, they still attract a few bumblebees desperate for a few drops of life sustaining nectar. Mesmerise by the gentle buzz of activity, I watch as they gently fumble the flowers in a bid to gain access to the nectaries by depressing the keel.