Be My Little Baby Bumble Bee . . . Doris Day

I started the day with a visit to the Optician and met a lovely optician of African decent who had blonde braids in her black hair.  They reached down to her waist.  She gets them replaced every six weeks.  My eyes have got a little worse so in a week to ten days I should have new glasses or 'face furniture' as Dame Edna used to say.  
In the afternoon we again walked on the hill and came home via Andrew's street and saw him turn in on his motorbike.  I haven't seen him riding it before.  Both he and the bike look good.
I was hoping for a bird in the Kowhai flowers but had to settle for this bumble bee.  You can see the seed pods from last year.