Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Busy Bee

Our Magnolia tree usually stops blooming at the end of May, so I was happy to see one blooming this morning, and noticed many displaced stamen on the pedals
Then a busy bee showed up  and pulled one off, and placed neatly on the pedal.

 The Bee
by Emily Dickinson

like train of cars on tracks of plush
I hear the level bee:
A jar across the flower goes,
Their velvet masonry

Here he is pulling off one stalk...

Withstands until the sweet assault
Their chivalry consumes,
While he, victorious, tilts away
To vanquish other blooms.

His feet are shod with gauze,
His helmet is of gold;
His breast, a single onyx
With chrysoprase, inlaid.

His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon!

 The Pedigree of Honey
By Emily Dickinson

The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
Is aristocracy.