Spring, and wisteria

This wisteria vine grows in an ancient chokecherry tree next to my driveway. It smells heavenly, and drops petals all over my car.

More of the vine grows into the shrubbery and trash trees which divide our driveway from the vacant lot next door.

I've always called this a wood bee. They're huge, like bumblebees. I love these bees: they seem so harmless as they meander from flower to flower, bush to bush, gathering nectar and spreading pollen. They wander as they fly, never taking a direct path to anywhere, but always finding the sweetest-scented flower at the end of their flight.