You cannot convince me by any means that honeybees are frightening, dangerous insects, nor that they are inferior in any way to any other creature.
This little lady on my pumpkin blossom was so covered in pollen that she was pausing in this photo to wash her face like a cat. Like a cat. She was very agile, very deliberate, and very determined. She left a little trail of pollen behind as she scrubbed it off herself. When she had lightened her load a little, she flew to another blossom. It was the most amazing thing to see.
I love bees.
I’ve been intending to write a garden post for a very, very long time.
Our garden is about 3000 square feet. It’s almost twice as big as our unfinished house. This year we had raspberries, blueberries, strawberries; potatoes of a rainbow of colours; spinach, dino kale, Russian kale, collards, buttercrunch lettuce, Simpson black seeded lettuce; two types of heirloom tomatoes; beets; spaghetti squash, pumpkins, and some sort of volunteer squash… And other stuff.