At this time of year, as the gardens die back to replenish themselves over the long, cold winter, the insect life starts to do the same. While walking through the gardens I spotted a bee on an Indian Blanket blossom. At first look it didn't seem remarkable. When I got closer I noticed it was not moving. It was a cold fall morning, and it was waiting for the warmth of the sun to warm it up.
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