The bee alights on Sedum
asks why, oh, why did I weed ’em?
A clover
stopover
is needed, but I don’t heed ‘im.
Copyright 2017 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: There is Mr. Bee, giving his all for queen and colony, and I give him only the showiest of blooms. Last week, I put in some native mint, and all the bees rushed to the blooms. Sometimes, I think bees are happiest with weeds.
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Lovely, and I am always pleased to see a Bee or three.. 🙂
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Me, too, although their temper is uncertain. 🙂
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Wonderful poem! You might have something there, about bees liking weeds. We planted a milkweed bush for Monarchs last year. Seems everyone in the garden (butterflies, bees, some insect the same color as the milkweed) loves it. Big bug hangout! xx
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The turkeys stop by to peck at the seedy weeds on the berm. Everyone else mulches them down, so they have to range far to find the right weeds. When I’m tired of weeding, I remind myself that leaving some weeds is the right thing to do for the wildlife. XOXO
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Excellent! 😎😎😎
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Thanks, Dorna!
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I laughed at you using the word “Grumbling”! I found out a few days ago that the collective noun for a group of Pugs is a “Grumble of Pugs”!
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Fabulous! I love that.
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I thought you would! Did you check?
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I didn’t. I think those group names are more poetry than science, and who am I to question poetry? I was inspired by a fiddle tune my son plays. It has two voices, a Grumbling Old Man and a Grouchy Old Woman. I think I’m mangling that title, but he’s not awake to ask for the correct version.
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Lovely post dear 😊😊 Made me happy to read x x
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Thanks! Made me happy to write it. 🙂
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You are most welcome dear 😊😊 x x
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I love bees, they’re awesome! Wonderful poem and photo.
Kathrin — http://mycupofenglishtea.wordpress.com
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Thanks, Kathrin.
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Fun poem, Brenda. I love:
a clover/stopover
Makes me think of the many times I nearly stepped on a bee working on some clover blossoms. 🙂
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Thanks, Carmela. They do need a variety, it seems like.
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Sometimes I think we all are and everything else is a sham.
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I’m a sucker for a nice pillow sham. 😉
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cute one, brenda. just like us, bees may each have their favorites )
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I think the showy blooms might be like trying to live on candy. Cool at first, but then a tummy ache. 🙂
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Lovely work, Brenda! 😍
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Thanks, Dina.
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This made my heart happy reading it: what a fun, precious piece. The picture also goes excellently with the poem (I normally can’t stand bees but this one is so cute!)
Thanks for sharing- 🙂
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Thanks for this lovely comment. XOXO
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Hahaha so cute and yes they sure love to be around these wonderful flowers
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I’ve been weeding so much, I think the bees are putting my picture on their dartboard. 🙂
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Hahaha yes for sure Brenda and they are such wonderful too.
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Yes, I’m grateful for the bees, and I’m always happy that my oregano sees them all summer long.
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Wow great Brenda.
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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