Huge black bees are bumbling everywhere from my neighbour’s tiny corn field to the pond’s edge. I think they are Southern Carpenter Bees. This one was visiting a flower I really like. The leaves are huge and look like canna lilies. The flowers which tower over my head are pink and white. The stems make interesting zigzag patterns. I am not at all certain I have the correct name in mind but I think this plant is Thalia dealbata. Go ahead and use the official scientific name if you prefer but I think the common name “Powdery Alligator-Flag” is a keeper.
The green herons at the pond seem to be doing really well this year. I have seen quite a few juveniles in the area. I’m a bit worried about one adult who keeps hanging out with the junky pigeons and ducks though. Stay away from the white bread my friend.
I know the families who give their children bread to throw at birds mean well but … (you know the rest)
Soft feathers ….
Thoreau said the keeping of bees is like the direction of sunbeams. I guess that means that honey is liquid sunshine.
Bee glow below. What beautiful wings and bodies they have.
I am still madly in love with ‘our’ bees but I think the world’s most beautiful spider lives in my backyard. I tried and tried to capture its image but the camera (haha ok, the photographer) just couldn’t get it right. Does this mean the spider put a glamour on me? That nothing I saw was real? It was all an illusion? Arachnophobes, you are dismissed. Spider pictures coming up next.
Here you can see the delicate web and the thin spun glass like quality of her legs. Both the web and the spider sparkled like water in sunlight.
Horribly out of focus but this photo almost shows the silver sparks.
These next pictures hint at how her body was kind of like an opal. The colours kept shifting. I wonder if I was looking at reflections of colour notes in the surrounding environment. Reds, blues, yellows, greens …
All the unwanted attention eventually wore her out. She sought refuge at the corner of her web. She looks so much more solid against the wood. Weird. Wonderfully so.
But I had overstayed my welcome. Message received.
Basically, the spider I saw was nothing like any of these photos! Quite a magical experience. I am sorry I couldn’t properly share it with you but maybe you have enough clues to construct her beauty in your imagination.
This is what people must mean when they say the whole is other than the sum of its parts.
And finally: rest in peace Burt. Thanks for loving the bees while you were here.