Honeybees have changed the way I look at many things but nothing more so than ornamental pear trees.
This week the pear blossoms opened and with them came not only the honeybees but all sorts of winged pollinators. When you stand beneath these trees on a warm sunny day you are immersed in the humming of thousands and thousands of tiny wings. I try not to miss it. All at once each tree becomes sort of a pollen metropolis.
While I find the fragrance of the pear blossoms cloying the bees apparently do not. They flit about busily from blossom to blossom and often you can see the full pollen sacks on the hind legs. They never seem to mind a camera being thrust into their midst; honestly, I don’t think they even notice as they are so focused on the task.
There is an interesting project that highlights writing about bees. Called Winged: New Writing On Bees, it is a literary anthology. As far as I know this may be the first collection of such bee-themed writing (I hope I’m wrong about that) but the stories and photos they offer are incredibly beautiful. I hope you’ll check it out.