Pumpkin.
Glam caterpillar on fennel.
Honeybee on zinnia.
Bumblebee on sunflower.
A neighbor's strange enterprise.
Rat-hunting target practice?
Bumblebee & borage.
Harvest.
Grandpa Ott morning glory.
The Pesto Factory.
Sencha and Wren conducting a Field Study.
Daddy Longlegs & old Mason jar.
A really big shoe (and a really long worm).
Aster. A most September-iferous flower.
"For the bee, honey is the ultimate reality. It represents the fulfillment of her life mission, the triumph over her enemies, the continuity of the hive, the justification for working herself to death. Honey is to bees what money in the bank is to people—a measure of prosperity and well-being. But there is nothing abstract or symbolic about honey, as there is about money, which has no intrinsic value. There is more real wealth in a pound of honey, or a load of manure for that matter, than all the currency in the world. We often destroy the world's real wealth to create an illusion of wealth, confusing symbol and substance."—Wm. Longgood, The Queen Must Die
2 comments:
Gerry,
It looks like you have arrived in Heaven! I so enjoyed reading about your adventures in beekeeping in the Gazette & looked for you and found you here. I see there is much to read on this blog -- I'm reminded of something you put together long ago for our old group about nature & spirituality. And it makes me happy to see Hardboiled Wonderland on your fav list -- I read that book on your recommendation and passed it on to many.
Warmest thoughts,
Lauren Young
Lauren,
What a delightful surprise to hear from you! Drop me an email if you like--globalswarming at gmail.
It would be great to see you when I get back into town in mid-October, if you're up for it.
Either way, thanks for writing and the good wishes. I send the same.
G
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