For the Sunday Stills Challenge: Wings
Wings, for the Sunday Stills Challenge
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Wildflowers: FOTD May 15, 2022
Just as I started to photograph this flower, a bee flew up and fastened itself to its face.
For Cee’s FOTD
Sue Bee Honey: Wordle 538, Jan 30, 2022
Sue Bee Honey
Once a year, their trucks would leave trails through our fields of sweet clover and my father returned from the fields with combs of honey still in their wooden frames, dripping rich streams that blackened the dust of the sidewalk between the back driveway and the porch, where he propped them up against the porch railing to drain into huge clay bowls.
Sue Bee Honey, rich and golden and speckled with tiny corpses of the bees who made it. Those two purloined combs were the price he exacted for allowing them to put their hives onto our land. I swear I could smell that honey on the wind long before he brought it back to share with the family—our year’s supply that we would filter through screens to remove broken bits of wax and bee bodies and pour into bottles to line a foot-long space on the narrow shelves of the pantry.
I remember breaking off a piece of the broken comb to chew like sugared gum—sweet July memories of summer as well as later memories of the silken feel of that honey trailed onto hot buttered corn muffins in the morning. It solved my winter hunger for sweet and fueled me up for a morning of books and chalkboards and sharpened pencils on blue-lined rough yellow paper.
The prompt words for The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 538 are: broken silk dust leaving truck family sign hunger wind books honey and black. Two of the images are by Alisa Reutova and Mariana Ibanez on Unsplash.
Sun Rose with Bee: Flower of the Day, Oct 14, 2020
Bee Diaries
A week later, and we are still trying to deal with the bees that have so infested the spare lot next to my house that we can’t clear out the brush. Carlos the bee guy visited again yesterday to check on the hive box he put out hoping to attract the bees into it. Some did move in and he removed them yesterday, but this morning the humming of the remaining bees was so loud I could hear it from the pool. Carlos told us to stay inside and for me to move dogs to the front yard, as bees are attracted to black, but we had no problems when Morrie and I took a nap in the hammock late this afternoon. Above is a photo of Carlos with his dreads exposed. Interesting gentleman.
Swarm
Swarm
It’s the dance of the bees with drone after drone
leaving the hive and the queen on her throne.
Carlos the Bee guy seems most disconcerted,
and I wish that we had been sooner alerted.
The air’s raining bees. They are buzzing and winging
into my gazebo and soon might be stinging.
We leap from the hammock, Morrie and me.
He’s licking his nose and I’m slapping my knee.
We run for the house with one bee giving chase.
Its wings scrape my ear and my arm and my face.
We get to the house before it gets mean,
but again and again, it butts into the screen.
Honey is sweet and well worth its labors,
but creatures that make it do not make good neighbors.
When I tried to hire someone to clear off the empty lot I own next to my house, they ran into a problem—two hives of aggressive bees that made clearing the land impossible. Carlos the dreadlocked bee keeper is coming today to remove the combs of one hive that is reachable and to trap the bees to move to his own apiary, but when he came to check out the situation yesterday, the event described in the above poem occurred. He’s back today, and Morrie and I are going to stay inside!!!
Prompts today are dance, drone, raining and disconcert
This photo and all photos without attribution on this blog have been taken by me.
Straightening out Nature
Straightening out Nature
She was a little honey bee on her debut flight.
Unaccustomed to this task, she had to do it right!
There was no room for error, but the day was bright and sunny—
a perfect day for supplementing this year’s stock of honey.
Eyeing many blossoms of every type and hue,
she narrowed down her prospects to only one or two.
Alighting on the highest, she prepared to take a dip
into where the nectar was to have a little sip.
But, alas, the well was dry. No nectar to be won.
She tried another close to it, but once more there was none!
With this year’s honey jeopardized, she went into a tizzy
buzzing here and buzzing there until she felt so dizzy
that she tumbled to the carpet, totally exhausted
and this is where she was when she was finally accosted
by one who had great sympathy for this insect that
had landed not upon a flower, but on my Easter hat.
To be fair, that hat was decked with bunches of silk flowers
which had not been gathered from any garden bowers.
I put her on a paper and carried her outside.
Rather stunned, she did not object much to the ride.
I found a drunken canna and plopped her on its petal
to see if once positioned right, she could prove her mettle.
And so she finally did take a sip most satisfactory
to senses of her taste and sight as well as her olfactory.
Happy Ending!!
And she buzzed on thirstily ever after!!!
Prompt words today are error, debut, jeopardize, accustomed and bee.
Flower with Bee: FOTD, June 16, 2019
Blue Flower with Bee
Happy Ending
Happy Ending
It’s typical and just my luck
that when the fruit fell from the truck,
I didn’t adequately duck,
and so was splattered with its muck.
My hungry hens began to cluck.
The honey bees began to suck.
They made a meal of former yuck!
https://dversepoets.com/quadrille/yuck
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 