Tag Archives: Bee

Hylotelephium for FOTD Feb 12, 2025

 

For Cee’s FOTD

A Morning Visit to the Garden: For FOTD Feb 28, 2024

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My visit luckily coincided with that of a bee coming in for a landing.

For Cee’s FOTD

Hibiscus: FOTD Aug 15, 2021

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For Cee’s FOTD

Nature Lesson (A Discourse with Bee and Hummingbird)

Nature Lesson
(A Discourse with Bee and Hummingbird)

It has a beauty most divine,
that flower swinging from the vine,
and yet the hummingbird and bee
come not to ogle but to dine.

The flower swinging from the vine
has a nectar sweet as wine
with a savor most divine.

And yet the hummingbird and bee
must know that it belongs to me—
theirs not to savor but just to see.

Come not to ogle but to dine?
It seems the lesson learned is mine.
What nature’s given is also thine.

 

For the dVerse Poets Trimeric Prompt

To read other poems to this prompt or to post your own, go HERE.

Sun Rose: FOTD, Nov 23. 2020

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Yolanda tells me that the name for this little succulent flower in Mexico is “pistãnas de mi suegra” Which means “the eyelashes of my mother-in-law!”  Ha. Much more colorful than “sun rose.”  This bee doesn’t care what we call them, however.

For Cee’s FOTD

Canna Lily with Bee: Flower of the day, Aug 18, 2017

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For Cee’s flower prompt.

More Sedum: Flower of the Day, Sept. 19, 2016

 

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Ms. Bee, Ms. Bee, how much more lush could a sedum be?

 (An interesting fact revealed to me by a bee scholar is that worker bees are females without ovaries, not males, so my former usage of Mr. Bee was incorrect.  Now who would know that???  He who knows all: Forgottenman!!!)

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Beeing There

This beach companion was fascinated by my Diet Coke. Pedro says this is proof that they actually do slip sugar into diet drinks here.

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He ended up submerged, in spite of my best efforts to dissuade him from taking the icy dip. This called for pouring the coke and corpus onto the sand.  In lieu of artificial respiration, I blew on him and from a seemingly comatose state, he came to, crawled away, and in time flew away.  I wonder how many watery graves this fellow has escaped.

Bee There Now–Weeks after the Last Snow

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My friend Patty’s garden in Wyoming.