Gardening comes easily for me - having an English father who was ahead of his time with his ability to grow just about anything - and had a huge English cottage garden long before they came to be known by that name - taught me a tiny bit about gardening I suppose - not that I was interested but I learned by osmosis.
I have a large perennial garden which has been neglected with the heat of these past weeks I cannot get past the heat or the bees to get in it to ferociously weed it.
So it was this evening as I surveyed the damages and plotted to clean it up I spotted two bees asleep in the flowers. Who knew they sleep in flowers? Didn't common knowledge tell us they go back to the safety of the hive at night? Apparently they did not get the memo...
I think if they caught too far from the hive as evening approaches they hunker down and stay put.
A baby and a full grown bee were side by side waiting it out - little survivors I guess - outwitting mother nature.
In the background of course is Ripley - whose battery for his electric fence has died (thank the stars one arrives in the mail tomorrow). I have been watching him like a hawk. He is intent on a reign of destruction and I am intent on having it NOT happen.
So another day closes and with it the garden goes to sleep - (I will dream about weeds growing in my sleep).
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| Pink cone flowers |
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| perennial sunflowers |
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| Paris the silkie hen - she cannot see a thing! |
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| shasta daisies purple cone flowers |
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| RIPLEY THE LAWN WRECKER |
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| Brown eyed susan |
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| evening glow in the barn |
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