Wednesday, August 12, 2009

new bee bar













You can add this photo to our collection of flowers just beginning to unfurl. I love the birthing of it, the natalness. It's like looking at a newborn baby through the maternity ward window in the hospital, new to the world, filled with promise.

But the promise of this wildflower is stupefying.

At Indian Gap, on the Top of Old Smoky, we returned to the drunken bee angelicas and found this one just beginning to open for business. Think of it like TV's "Cheers," the neighborhood tavern where everyone knows your name.

By the time you read this, the bees will already have their buzz on.

4 comments:

Rambling Rob said...

Hiya Lyn, the Angelica here is also swarming with hover-flies, wasps and beetles - a fantastic plant.

Stephen Lyn Bales said...

Hello Rambling.

Yes. I keep going back to it because of all the insects hanging around the pub, so to speak.

It's good to hear from you. I hope all is well on your side of the big pond.

Gwendolyn said...

Lovely photo, and what a great blog! Just found it, and am enjoying it very much.

I love that moment of unfurling, both with flowers and with branches, vines and bushes. I like understanding precisely HOW a branch or vine becomes longer, it's so hard to imagine looking at the final product.

Stephen Lyn Bales said...

Yes, Gwendolyn.

I love the little things that often go unnoticed. The unfurling. The new life. Even the fading.

Thank you for taking the time to comment.