Some blogs I follow have excellent photos of bees and butterflies visiting zinnias and other flowers. The pollinators where I live usually move too fast for me.  (They seem to start each foraging trip with triple espressos.)  I just admire the local zinnias and their visitors as I walk slowly past them, without taking photos.  One day late in the 2026 zinnia season, my muse interrupted my walk when she whispered, “Pull your phone out.”  I complied while replying, “No post without a poem.”  She smirked and winked.