An older lady rests on a zinnia as the sun rises. Her grayish fur and tattered wings are a clue to her longevity and provoke the imagination of her many adventures. Bees don’t fear death because the story is not about them.
An older lady rests on a zinnia as the sun rises. Her grayish fur and tattered wings are a clue to her longevity and provoke the imagination of her many adventures. Bees don’t fear death because the story is not about them.
"I forgot how chatty you used to be," said Mr. Wild Dingo. What is it they say about medicine? The dose makes the poison? Pick your poison Mr. Wild Dingo: chatty me or taciturn me? So things have literally been up and down like a roller coaster ride on high speed. This is a good […]
"Hey lady can you tell me, where a bee might find a bed?" She just grinned and shook her head, "There," was all she said. Another bumble settled in for the night, this time on a cosmo. I can't help but be tickled by these creatures! I love them to pieces.
It's embarrassing. All it takes is a mature, dapper gentleman still in possession of his family jewels for Juno to abandon all modesty to become a saucy minx. I won't show you the other photos because this is a family blog and those photos are rated X.
If you plant it, they will come. Finally! I've been waiting to see a damselfly or dragonfly in my garden. This is a dameselfly. With all the walking I do with the dogs, I get to see them often throughout the mountains but never carry my big lens with me on a dog walk. Plus, […]
In our fountain-pond, we used to have floating flowers so bees and birds could enjoy the water without drowning. Unfortunately, they didn't hold up to the harshness of the winter or changing temperatures. So now I'm a lifeguard. Every night, I fish out one or two bees who've accidentally found themselves in the pond with […]
How lucky are we to know someone like Jim and his pack who are so hard to say goodbye to?