While watering the plants this morning, I found this bee moving about on the ground. I thought that was odd! I've never managed to get a close shot of this kind and here it was, barely moving. I got down on my knees and watched it for a while. It tried to fly but simply couldn't take off! I held out a stick and it got on to it without any hesitation.Then I placed it on this flower. Now I've never seen a bee of this size on these blooms. But there are always tiny bees hovering at light- ning speed here. It seemed happy but was still slow for a bee! I went back to my chores and temporarily forgot about it. But the moment I remembered I went back to check. Still there. Went back again after a while...still there. But when I went to check the third time it'd flown away. Well, I didn't actually see it in action but I'd like to think about it that way. Maybe the flower must've rejuvenated it! If all the smaller bees happily buzz around these blooms, it must've done wonders for my sluggish/hurt bee too!! And a bonus as well! This carpenter bee drills holes on dead bamboo and I'd never seen one as still as this. Didn't even let go of what it was holding on to when I clicked away. I didn't think that I'd get bees to 'behave' for my camera!
Glory be to God for dappled things- For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings; Landscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow, and plough; And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him. Gerard Manley Hopkins
The first flowering shrub I planted on our land
Every flower is a soul blooming in Nature.-Gerard De Nerval
Shall I not have intelligence with the earth? Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself? -Henry David Thoreau