Showing posts with label summer flowers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label summer flowers. Show all posts

29 May 2015

Bee to the blossom

Though each season has its beauty and I am a big fan of winter, as the cool of winter freshens the air and the days shorten I do like to remember the beauty of summers past. And what is more reminiscent of summertime than vibrantly blooming flowers and the busy buzzing bees they attract.

Here, then, is a blog to brighten up those brief, grey and frequently wet days of approaching winter.

Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name? ~ Helen Hunt Jackson, ‘Vanity of Vanities’


How doth the little busy bee / Improve each shining hour, / And gather honey all the day / From every opening flower! ~ Isaac Watts, Divine Songs for Children, XX, ‘Against Idleness and Mischief’


A swarm of bees in May / Is worth a load of hay; / A swarm of bees in June / Is worth a silver spoon; / A swarm of bees in July / Is not worth a fly. ~ Anonymous, An old rhyme


The keeping of bees is like the direction of sunbeams. ~ Henry David Thoreau


One can no more approach people without love than one can approach bees without care. Such is the quality of bees.… ~ Leo Tolstoy


Such bees! Bilbo had never seen anything like them. "If one were to sting me," he thought, "I should swell up as big as I am!” ~ J. R. R. Tolkein, The Hobbit


Aerodynamically, the bumble bee shouldn’t be able to fly, but the bumble bee doesn’t know it so it goes on flying anyway. ~ Mary Kay Ash


They all seemed hungry, happy, and healthy enough in their buzzing – oh the days were hot, and the noise of bees filled the air that was dusty with pollen and sun haze.… ~ Janet Frame, Scented Gardens for the Blind


The men of experiment are like the ant; they only collect and use. But the bee ... gathers its materials from the flowers of the garden and of the field, but transforms and digests it by a power of its own. ~ Leonardo da Vinci


The only reason for making a buzzing-noise that I know of is because you're a bee ... The only reason for being a bee that I know of is making honey ... and the only reason for making honey is so I can eat it. ~ Winnie the Pooh, A.A. Milne, The House at Pooh Corner



The flower doesn’t dream of the bee. It blossoms and the bee comes. ~ Mark Nepo