Bee-ing Busy

The bees are busy dutifully collecting pollen from the new blooms.

I used to be afraid of bees, since when I was a young girl, I was stung,  and the fear had stayed with me into adulthood.

Years later I have realized their importance in the growing cycle and welcome their return to the garden,  albeit with a heedful smile.

 

 

Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
I hear the level bee:
A jar across the flowers goes,
Their velvet masonry
Withstands until the sweet assault
Their chivalry consumes,
While he, victorious, tilts away
To vanquish other blooms.
His feet are shod with gauze,
His helmet is of gold;
His breast, a single onyx
With chrysoprase, inlaid.
His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon!

~ Emily Dickinson : The Bee (1830)

 

 

 

Bee-ing Busy

The garden is all abuzz, with bees, and butterflies, lightning bugs and ladybugs.

All so very busy dutifully distributing the pollen amongst the flowers.
I thank them more than words can say.

Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
I hear the level bee:
A jar across the flowers goes,
Their velvet masonry
Withstands until the sweet assault
Their chivalry consumes,
While he, victorious, tilts away
To vanquish other blooms.
His feet are shod with gauze,
His helmet is of gold;
His breast, a single onyx
With chrysoprase, inlaid.
His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon!

~ Emily Dickinson : The Bee (1830)

  

 

Perfection

We were treated with the most perfect of summer weather today.
Temperatures in the low seventies, and little to no humidity. A rarity in the Southern states,  made even more so by it being the month of July, traditionally the hottest month of summer.

The bees stayed  busy, collecting pollen.

St. Francis of Assisi watched over the baby deers.

 

 

 

 

 

The last of the baby Mockingbirds leave the nest.

The flowers continue to make us smile.

Oliver continues to nap away the days.

 

I hope your Sunday was equally as perfect !

Bee-ing Busy

The garden is all abuzz, with bees, and butterflies, lightning bugs and ladybugs.

All so very busy dutifully distributing the pollen amongst the flowers.

I thank them more than words can say.

 

Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
I hear the level bee:
A jar across the flowers goes,
Their velvet masonry
Withstands until the sweet assault
Their chivalry consumes,
While he, victorious, tilts away
To vanquish other blooms.
His feet are shod with gauze,
His helmet is of gold;
His breast, a single onyx
With chrysoprase, inlaid.
His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon!

~ Emily Dickinson : The Bee (1830)

 

 

 

 

For The Birds

The garden is a flurry of activity lately, between the birds, and butterflies, lightening bugs, and bees, there's always something to watch or marvel at.

Despite all the nesting boxes being full of twigs, flora, and even Oliver the cat's ginger hair poking out, we've yet to see any signs of babies, I can only hope the squirrels have not stolen the eggs, they are so naughty.

Several Christmas's ago, my husband gifted me with a gorgeous hand-painted piece of glass, featuring all native Tennessee birds, and a Morning Glory vine weaving it's way through an old weathered rail-fence.
Just perfect !
It's as if I had commissioned the piece myself, everything so near and dear to my heart.

click to enlarge

May Poem

Impatiens, petunias and vinca adorn the windowsill.

Cascades of colorful blooms rise up, lean over and spill

out of window boxes competing for the prize,

blue ribbon winning beauty stimulates the eyes.

Honeysuckle perfumes the air with sweet pleasant smells.

Garden paths are dotted with purple coral bells.

The days are warm and balmy, the nights quiet, serene.

Fireflies' flashed timed brilliance creates a picturesque scene.

The stars all cry out in unison, "Look up, behold and dine

upon our banquet of splendor; a feast of sparkle and shine."

Fledglings adorned with plumage peed out of tiny holes,

waiting for mama's signal as one by one they go,

passing the test of courage, soaring through the sky

experiencing firsthand that they were born to fly.

Baby rabbits cautiously hop, hiding under cover

alert, listening and watching, careful to discover

all that now awaits them as their journey begins.

Instincts honed and sharp will be their closest friends.

The gorgeous month of May unfolds with colorful design,

a month where cold and dreary are forced out to resign.

~Sherry Machen, Dexter, Missouri

Bee-Utiful Day

The Bee

His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for the bee’s experience
Of clovers and of noon!
~Emily Dickinson