Finally!! I took our traveling bus down to the garage to get it worked on, and a friend from there drove me back to the house. As we pulled into the driveway, I saw (on a south-facing slope) several honeybees at work in the newly-blooming crocuses. The conversation stopped abruptly and I got out of the car and sprinted to the house for my camera. Don’t know if I even thanked him for the ride home.
Got some reasonable shots, but the joy… Spring is coming. Bees are back at work. Things are good!
For the record, that crocus is a Crocus tommasinianus ‘Roseus’
Apart from the pollen on her eye and her neat pollen bucket, one of the things to notice about this photograph is the varying states of maturity of the aster flowers. The one on the lower right has just opened, whereas the one on the upper right is starting to fade. They flower profusely in the late summer until the first hard frost. After almost everything else has faded for the season, they’re still going strong and they’re really the go-to as Fall winds down. The bees just love them.
I shot this one at the Ogden Botanical Gardens, too. Neat tongue on this one. This particular flower is wonderful for pollinators. Bumbles, honeybees, and lots of varieties of butterflies seem to flock to it. It blooms in late summer and early fall here in the Rockies and, at least here, just teems with them in the afternoon.
In the fall, I have a really bad habit of being impressed by these very large, very inexpensive plastic pots of ‘mums at Costco. So every year I buy one. And every year, it’s a challenge to figure out where to plant it. And they keep coming back – and hybridizing.
They’re a great flower for pollinators in the fall. Honeybees and that fly that mimics a bee (which one, right? there seem to be more than a few) seem to be the most fond of the ‘mums. But pollinators are pollinators.
The light on this one is a little blasting. Shade’s generally better for good photographs, but I like the shot nonetheless. It always tickles me to see the pollen baskets filling. And a filthy face doesn’t ever hurt.