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My Bees: An Allegory by Helen Hunt Jackson
“O bees, sweet bees!” I said, “that nearest field
Is shining white with fragrant immortelles.
Fly swiftly there and drain those honey wells.”
Then, spicy pines the sunny hive to shield,
I set, and patient for the autumn’s yield
Of sweet I waited.
When the village bells
Rang frosty clear, and from their satin cells
The chestnuts leaped, rejoicing, I unsealed
Alas! no snowy honey there
Was stored. My wicked bees had borne away
Their queen and left no trace.
That very day,
An idle drone who sauntered through the air
I tracked and followed, and he led me where
My truant bees and stolen honey lay.
Twice faithless bees! They had sought out to eat
Rank, bitter herbs. The honey was not sweet.
We Like it Close
I knew it was too good to last and I am back to “night”; and so I bring to you, night 122.
The dahlia gardens at Bonneyville Mill call me each year with their vibrant color and the beauty of the blooms. You would think that after 4 years of shooting the same garden, I might get sick of it, but each year brings new explosions of color. I can’t resist them. The Elkhart branch of the American Dahlia Society outdoes itself every year. Today as I darted in and out of the rows of flowers (dart might be a strong word), a lovely Hispanic family came over to look at the flowers and to take a couple of photos of each other holding their sweet little girl. I asked if they would like me to take a photo for them so they could get one all together and they did a nice little pose in the midst of the flowers.
I had to force myself to walk away from the garden after I had taken 67 photos and I had to force myself to delete a good many of the shots because they were all nice to look at. I have found that when I have that many photos that I like, I have to do the split second choices. Open two and quickly decide which is better. I prefer to think that my first instinct is a good one and that I didn’t toss the best shot of the day. My favorite of today is the pink bud, which is why it didn’t make it into a collage, but I am second guessing my decision to delete the other two photos of it. Oh well. Que sera sera…