Sources of food for pollinators are getting fewer and fewer as the sun makes its journey southwards, over the celestial equator and down into the constellation of Libra.
That's why Ivy, with its ironically coronavirus like flowers, is so important to end of season insects. Wasps love it, as do hoverflies and more mundane flies. But they are all doing their bit for the environment.
Of course ivy bees are famous for their attraction to these most pungent smelling of plants, but I've never seen any around here. Ordinary honeybees aren't keen on ivy, but over in the library gardens they are enjoying the sedum with its almost cauliflower like blooms.
What I always think of as being the grim months now lie ahead, October, November and December where no new life emerges in the plants and verges. Of course this year, the pandemic adds to the feeling of lifelessness.
Perhaps the late winter and the spring will see the new life emerge as we emerge from this mess. But I don't know how hopeful to be.
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