Tuesday, May 15, 2018

Froth and Fragrance

One day there are no leaves on trees in the village at all, and the next day the same trees are fully leafed out, their voluptuous canopies alive with birds who dish out madrigals at sunrise and trip the light fantastic from branch to branch until the sun goes down. Their pleasure in the day and the season is obvious.

Crabapple trees, flowering almonds and plums seem to leaf out and flower overnight, and wonder of wonder, they are alive with madly buzzing bumbles, honey bees and wasps.  Dusted with pollen from stem to stern, the little dears are in constant motion, ecstatic to be feeling sunlight on their wings and foraging for nectar on a balmy morning in May.

Here comes another fine summer of prowling about in gardens wild and domestic with camera and macro lens, drinking in light and gathering nectars of my own. Now and then, I will put down my gear and dance with the joyous bumble girls. Ungainly creature that I am, I hope no one is watching.

4 comments:

Tabor said...

With several evenings of heavy rains we are definately back into the deep green mansions mode here. Spring...? Did I miss it?

Lilian Nattel said...

Here's to the dance!

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Yes, it has arrived
in all of its splender

Debbie said...

Smiling so big over here at the prospect of your dancing with the girls. I think I'll join you! <3