Bee-yootiful!

Luckily, while I am nursing the recuperating wrist and hand, I’m still ambulatory. The problem is, when I  walk will outside, I immediately see something that I need to do that  I can’t.  Maybe that’s good; I’m more prone to be content simply to stand around and take things in, rather than to be driven to get things done.

Yesterday, I got no farther than the patch of grass between the garden and the road: it had sprung up almost overnight in dandelion blooms, and it occurred to me that we live in such a place that we are content——even happy——to have these growing in our lawn. It reminds me of some of the obsessive homeowners in places where we have lived, who would literally weed their grass one square foot at a the time with tweezers to remove these offending weeds.

And yesterday, our crop of sunny grass- embedded flowers were abuzz with more honeybees than I’ve seen in a decade! This is very encouraging since colony collapse disorder continues to ravage the populations of this critical pollinator.  Some summers, I have seen none,  and most I’ve seen only one or two together in the garden or pasture. Yesterday there were dozens!

So what’s a one-handed man to do in the face of this photo—op? Of course, I had to try to get a picture, so I ran inside for the Canon Power Shot, and discovered that, since this little camera is so light, I’m easily able to support it long enough to squeeze off a shot.

With this kind of population, there must be a hive not far away. Since I’m pretty much worthless for anything else, maybe I’ll try to see which direction they fly when they leave our dandelion patch, and follow them to the honey!

This is encouraging: the newly observed behavior in these may represent away they have discovered to protect themselves from the effect of toxic pollen, The attempt is often unsuccessful in preventing the ultimate collapse of the hive.