Bee In The Borage

Do you ever have moments in the garden when the things you usually think about go away? And you don't notice that they've gone away? 

I had one of those moments last night. At the community garden. I was on the ground studying the one violet blossom on a plant of blue borage thinking about what I should make for dinner.

And a bee literally dropped into the frame. Maybe I heard the approaching buzzing but I couldn't tell you for sure.  I was on top of the good luck mountain - a bee in the borage. I clicked for another shot. The card was full. Ecstasy to despair in less than a second. 

The miracle though, the bee hung out collecting honey.  I made room on the card.

The bee buzzed from one flower to the next, repeatedly going upside down in each one; uninterested in the other 100 volunteer borage plants in the garden.  He seemed to be inviting me to witness his slow dance on the flowers.  

And I was lost in the music of it; the buzzing the quiet, the buzzing. The world was one half bloomed borage plant growing in a cement crack and a honey bee.

Which is likely why I didn't the hear the big dog that came up behind me until it barked. Jeez. I jumped, the bee flew away and the little woman on the end of the leash drug the dog away.

It was time to think about dinner again.

6 comments:

huebscher said...

lovely.

Tamara said...

Sometimes when I read your blog I find that the things I usually think about go away....thank you for that...XO!
Gorgeous photos....

Lucy said...

What a moment.

I seem to need moments like this more frequently than I used to. Love your borage!

kale for sale said...

huebscher - I'd love to take everyone to this garden. It is lovely.

Tamara - But you're always thinking beautiful blooming magic garden thoughts. Aren't you?

Lucy - I paste these moments to my skin so I can replay them over and over as I never know when the next one will come my way. I'm happy to share the borage with you.

Stefaneener said...

At the risk of sounding like a pedantic wonk, it's a she bee. Always, always, always, when you see bees out gathering nectar and pollen, they're the hive sisters, daughters of the queen, bringing nectar back for energy and pollen back for babies -- mostly female. The boy/drone bees just hang out in the hive, eating honey, begging for attention, and waiting to fly out to possibly mate and then die.

Of course, they're kicked out and killed later on by their sisters. But they never, ever forage.

kale for sale said...

Stefaneener - I love knowing this!! A little embarrassed that I didn't already know but more happy that now I do. Thank you. It makes me appreciate the bees even more. I would hug you if you were here.