by balconydresser


This hoverfly simply couldn’t take its eyes (and its proboscis) off the mint flower. Maybe because it smelled that this was not an ordinary garden or greenhouse mint. In fact, the Mentha grew from a slipping that I had broken off from a plant during an early summer hiking tour in the Alps and that rooted in water afterwards. Now it’s in the pot for about one month and sometimes I wonder whether it is nostalgic for the meadow full of sweet-smelling colourful flowers about a thousand meters above sea level where it originally grew.