Bonus – Essential Workers Identified!

I’ll have to admit to being frustrated by this lockdown. I’m non-essential. And how I’d make my living is currently verboten – with no real end in sight. So I sit and stew about choices and opportunities and find that I’ve put myself into a stupid spot. And by that I don’t mean chasing art – I do mean the stewing is counterproductive to anything worthwhile.

SO – it’s near-70F here. Beautiful day. I’ve got a full battery, an empty SD card, it’s light out, and I’m not wearing sunglasses… (cue Jake).

The bees KNOW they’re essential…or, better, they don’t know and don’t care and are doing their bee things. In this case, on a Rock Cress again. And I’ll do my thing – essential or no. And share a pic I just shot of a pretty girl on a pretty flower with a pretty full pollen bucket.

Made me smile. That essential thing. Hope it did you, too.

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Another Honeybee – but on a Rock Cress

Really heavy on the honeybees lately. I’ve only seen one bumble so far this spring – no, two – but both the same kind (coulda been the same one on different days??). Not quite a passable picture of either, unless you like bumblebutt. And there might be something to that. Forewarned is forearmed, I guess.

But this one – another honeybee on what’s blooming now – happens to be Rock Cress (“some kind of Aubrieta“, I’m told – whatever that is). But they sure were having a good time on that bit of ground cover today. And it really is pretty. And the bee’s gorgeous, too. Neat pollen bucket and you can really see the hair around her eye. Saw lots today cleaning their faces and curating the pollen. Have to believe that’s the purpose of the hair on the eye.

Had a pretty hard freeze last night (~25F up here on the hill) so a lot of blossoms got a bit wrecked. But it was in the 60s this afternoon – looked and felt and smelled like spring. And do realize that when I say, “I shot this one this afternoon”, I’m writing to you from the past – specifically last night (which is now, for me, tonight). So when you’re reading this, today is yesterday. (Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace… And all our yesterdays…)

And where else are you going to get the Bards of Avon and Zevonia on consecutive days? Signifying what?

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