Hello friends! Ever have one of those sleepless nights where your mind just can’t let you go to sleep worrying about what’s coming? Whew, that was me last night. My brain goes bzzz, bzzz, bzzz, can’t stop, can’t stop like a bee on sunflowers! Which is what I’m highlighting today - bees on sunflowers! I am totally fascinated looking at how covered in pollen they are. Bees don't just “collect” pollen, they roll their whole bodies in it. I hope you find it fascinating like I did!
Or perhaps my new phrase should be, “happy as a bee in sunflowers”. May your week bring joy you can roll around in like a bee in pollen.
Sorting out my emails tonight when I realized that I had not gotten back to you about hearing bees. Oh yes, bees are quite lovely to listen to. Check out 'humming bees' on your favorite search engine. And then of course there is this lovely poem by W B Yeats to sooth one's nerves.
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
W. B. Yeats
1865 – 1939
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee;
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
This poem is in the public domain.
Love your new phrase! Photos are fabulous. Thank you!