Yesss. It worries me when I see bees so seldom. I got the heirloom Bee Balm seeds, and they seem to adore all the herbs in flower, as well. I kinda want to hunt down some clover to plant around the container garden, too.
It makes me sad that there is so little insect life around here. The only thing I've seen that's close to a butterfly is the single cabbage moth that takes the same flight through my garden every day.Every once in a while we've spotted an actual butterfly with color on it, and it's invariably dead.
When I was a kid, we could spend the whole day finding bugs and identifying them with our little golden notebook of insects. Kids around here just have a patch of grass with a mote of splinters (bark dust) around it and a couple of flies and things I call fly-bees.
Every generation is born to a deader planet and they don't know what they're missing.
Every generation is born to a deader planet and they don't know what they're missing.
Ours in particular. I know more than half a dozen naturalists my age that are spending their professional lives studying the catastrophic population collapse of their object of study. Shorebirds, waterfowl, batrachians, bats, groundfish; at least the salmon and sea turtle folks knew what they were getting into, the dwindling.
The bees are welcome to all of my berry bushes, and anything else that grows relatively pesticide-free in my yard. I say relatively because I know all the yards around me use them without discretion.
I support bee-bloggin'.
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You sure about that, thudner? He's working your side of the street!
ReplyDeleteMason bees?!!?
ReplyDeleteThey run the world!! AND YOU WANT US TO GIVE THEM TREES!?!?!
I always thought that bees came in a can.
ReplyDeleteThe Bees of November around here come in boxes on 18 wheelers.
ReplyDeleteYesss. It worries me when I see bees so seldom. I got the heirloom Bee Balm seeds, and they seem to adore all the herbs in flower, as well. I kinda want to hunt down some clover to plant around the container garden, too.
ReplyDeleteIt makes me sad that there is so little insect life around here. The only thing I've seen that's close to a butterfly is the single cabbage moth that takes the same flight through my garden every day.Every once in a while we've spotted an actual butterfly with color on it, and it's invariably dead.
When I was a kid, we could spend the whole day finding bugs and identifying them with our little golden notebook of insects. Kids around here just have a patch of grass with a mote of splinters (bark dust) around it and a couple of flies and things I call fly-bees.
Every generation is born to a deader planet and they don't know what they're missing.
Remember Remember the Bees of November...
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Every generation is born to a deader planet and they don't know what they're missing.
ReplyDeleteOurs in particular. I know more than half a dozen naturalists my age that are spending their professional lives studying the catastrophic population collapse of their object of study. Shorebirds, waterfowl, batrachians, bats, groundfish; at least the salmon and sea turtle folks knew what they were getting into, the dwindling.
The license plate is also readable. :)
ReplyDeleteThe bees are welcome to all of my berry bushes, and anything else that grows relatively pesticide-free in my yard. I say relatively because I know all the yards around me use them without discretion.
The license plate is also readable. :)
ReplyDeleteBoy do I hope that jerk gets what's coming to him!
A thousand apologies for going Off Topic, but I thought you might like this: Check the award, check this year's winner's name (via).
ReplyDeletenaturalists my age that are spending their professional lives studying the catastrophic population collapse of their object of study.
ReplyDeleteNext is the anthropologists' turn.
There are some things that always remain On Topic here.
ReplyDeleteCheck the award, check this year's winner's name
ReplyDeleteBest goaltender in the history of the sport. Not a single ball can escape him.
He's like a black hole!
ReplyDeleteOh wait, he's a midfielder. Kind of a ball-hog then.
ReplyDeleteUm...is this thread still aboot soccer?
ReplyDeleteEvery generation is born to a deader planet...
ReplyDeleteHEY!
You're kind of on my turf here. I usually write the sad, hopeless, depressing posts.
Now I got nothing but half a bottle of Sailor Jerry's and sense of impending doom...