Birds and Bees, a rich tapestry. You got the annual flowers, the likes of Zinnia, Cosmos, Cleome and others with names that go in one ear and out the other to give comfort to the soul and the Butterflies and do right by the pollinators through the hot months. Not so many Honey Bees, but there's the Little Bumble Bee, the solitary Mason Bee and someone else whose tiny legs are so fat with pollen it's a marvel they can fly. Then you got the loitering Goldfinch, a street corner gang, sitting along the garden fence waiting for Tomato blooms to achieve perfection so they can swoop down and rob those blooms of any chance of achieving fruit. I imagine it's a delicacy in their community. Makes a gardener think seriously in terms of something like a Raptor, a pocket Falcon of some sort. I have read that high humidity and still air can also foil the Tomato bloom, if so not sure what to do about that.
And given the current conditions in the outdoors nor is an un-paired boy Summer
Tanager any kind of boon to the dour calmness of being which so essential to a
functioning and balanced gardener. Every year it's the same, there's
always one. Tanagers are amongst other things Bee Eaters, they have the stubby
sharply pointed beak, and if you happen to be an attached boy Summer Tanager
with responsibilities you're inclined toward a shady perch from which to keep an
eye on the annual blooms. Straight as an arrow you'll dart like a red flash and
there'll be one less pollinator in the world. But if you're an un-paired boy
Summer Tanager your passion around fruiting becomes such that you'll sit high in
the top branches and fill the air with a sound so monotonously grating you can
pretty much turn a struggling gardener into a blithering pile of overheated raw
nerves. And no good letting off steam by shouting, just seems to encourage them
and you can lose the false teeth in your Beans.