Showing posts with label bumble bee. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bumble bee. Show all posts
08 July 2024
25 June 2017
28 March 2017
Spring
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| Thus it began, February 26th. |
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| Thus it went on, March 3rd. |
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| One day later the first bombus terrestris or large earth bumble bee / buff-tailed bumble bee crawled around. |
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| The same happened with the yellow crocus. February 26nd. |
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| March 4th. (different bumble bee, though) |
04 June 2015
Laughing Lhursday*
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| Ha ha ha ha ha: Poppy without bumble-bee. Blame the shutter lag. |
* [For first time visitors]:
Typo in the title?Nah.
It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.
04 June 2012
29 April 2010
Three Queens in Seanhenge
Again three Queens and their households are residing in Seanhenge.
Nectarious times they are living,
and (almost) no doubt:
Sweet will be their reward.
Nectarious times they are living,
and (almost) no doubt:
Sweet will be their reward.07 August 2009
14 April 2009
The spirit that always says Yes
Last week I tried to convince the spirit that would always negate to once do the weeding for me, filling the trailer with the branches and carry the whole lot up the hill to the Easter Fire, then bring the compost from the pile to the field and do the ploughing, but ... he shook his head; which are but some of the reasons why I would have been extremely busy with not blogging for a couple of days.
Oh well, and I fell in love.
Ah, what a beauty! A Royal Highness. A real Queen who graciously accepted my humble offer and moved in one of the luxury hotels I had built for her a week earlier - a hole in the ground, filled with pebbles and glass-wool and covered with an everted flowerpot -: a humble (sic) bee.
The other morning the Lady spake to me: "And what's about the nectarious life you promised me and my people, Sir Sean?"
"Give me a minute, darling", I said. And, blushing, I raised my arms and demanded: "Now, be it spring!"
And since there's a humming and buzzing, a droning and whirring in and around Seanhenge, and a blaze of colours that would fill anyone who has ears to hear, eyes to see and a nose to smell, with joy and happiness.
Would you agree?
Spring in Seanhenge
Cherry
Magnolia
Oh well, and I fell in love.
Ah, what a beauty! A Royal Highness. A real Queen who graciously accepted my humble offer and moved in one of the luxury hotels I had built for her a week earlier - a hole in the ground, filled with pebbles and glass-wool and covered with an everted flowerpot -: a humble (sic) bee.
The other morning the Lady spake to me: "And what's about the nectarious life you promised me and my people, Sir Sean?"
"Give me a minute, darling", I said. And, blushing, I raised my arms and demanded: "Now, be it spring!"
And since there's a humming and buzzing, a droning and whirring in and around Seanhenge, and a blaze of colours that would fill anyone who has ears to hear, eyes to see and a nose to smell, with joy and happiness.
Would you agree?
Spring in Seanhenge
Cherry
Magnolia
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