In the waning days of the year, I return to fulfill a promise made in one of my earlier posts, http://a-gitate.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-gitate-and-in-city-no-less.html - to the story of how a flower, albeit not your common everyday garden-variety flower, beguiled a bee to the very end.The blue passion flower, Passiflora caerulea, self-seeds generously in my Brooklyn garden. From July through first frost, seedlings sprout spontaneously. I do not complain, reveling as I do in the beauty, fragrance and profusion of blooms. I must confess that I have on occasion, weeded out numerous superfluous growths, their long taproots do not lend to transplanting ease.
But the bees. The bees - they love the passion flower. Yes, yes - what's not to love? One asks.One, one bee - our passionate bee - has had his love story immortalized in a triad of memorable photographic images.
Do not be sad, dear reader, for the passionate bee and his lovely flower mate will return next summer. I promise.
No comments:
Post a Comment