Actually, it's much worse than this picture can show. It's an oozing mess, and is so swollen it looks like I grew a weird muscle in my forearm. The green stuff is some green clay I applied, which now refuses to wash off. Ah, the perils of gardening.
The daffodils may be starting to fade now, but the bracken ferns are filling in nicely while the wildflowers continue to develop. We have these ferns all over our property, especially this time of year.
My mason bees are drilling holes throughout my greenhouse. I don't mind them--they're good pollinators, and are pretty docile bees. There are also wasps building nests there too. I'm not so enthusiastic about them, as they tend to be a little more ill-tempered. I suppose we'll just all have to learn to get along.
I spotted a lone bee again in my false rosemary. I just love that false rosemary. It's filled in so nicely and the only thing I did was ask my husband to stop mowing that area when I noticed the baby plants starting to naturalize. It thrives on neglect.