My pink cosmos flowers have lots of strange visitors this year, and that little black bee or black fly is one of the many new strangers coming by to pollinate.
We all know how important it is to have these pollinators around, and my little garden are full of these critters. I have seen so many different types of wings this year than any other years in the past.
With coarse rice to eat, with water to drink, and my bended arm for a pillow - I have still joy in the midst of these things. Riches and honors acquired by unrighteousness are to me as a floating cloud.~~~Confucius~~~