Since my only experience with bees is to have been pursued and stung by them a few times, I will offer these words from the poetry of a young lady named Emily Dickinson as my comment:
The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially --
The Brooks laugh louder when I come -- The Breezes madder play; Wherefore mine eye thy silver mists, Wherefore, Oh Summer's Day?
Spectacular and marvelous photography, as always, Daliana ....
Fascinating!
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Since my only experience with bees is to have been pursued and stung by them a few times, I will offer these words from the poetry of a young lady named Emily Dickinson as my comment:
ReplyDeleteThe Bee is not afraid of me.
I know the Butterfly.
The pretty people in the Woods
Receive me cordially --
The Brooks laugh louder when I come --
The Breezes madder play;
Wherefore mine eye thy silver mists,
Wherefore, Oh Summer's Day?
Spectacular and marvelous photography, as always, Daliana ....
I enjoyed this field and the bees when you included it before.
ReplyDeleteIt is great to see it again.