Common Eastern Bumblebee (Bombus impatiens)
This weekend's visitors to the asters, the goldenrod and the clover are probably the last "bumbles" of the season.
Temperatures here have plummeted in recent days, and the furnace has been turning itself on in the wee hours of the morning. Putting one's bare feet down on the wooden floor at sunrise is definitely an awakening experience.
When I visit the garden in the early hours of the day, our bumble girls are clinging patiently to the late blooms and foliage, so cold and stiff that they are unable to move, at least until sunlight lights on their windblown lodgings and warms their dear little fuzzy bodies. We are definitely on our way into the long, dark and cold times at the end of the calendar, and heavy frosts are on their way - our honeyed days are almost over for another splendid year.
To all the little sisters who came to the garden this summer, our heartfelt thanks for your companionship. May the Melissa, goddess of the bees, grant you rest and sweet enchantment, nectar and light, everlasting sunshine and buzzing flight in the green and flowered fields beyond the ones we know.