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The Darling Bees of May

 It’s World Bee Day today! Not bidet. Bee Day. Honestly…🙄

I was wrangling the raspberries this morning. They have suddenly shot up and spread out and developed into what they would do in the wild, which is a thicket. Thickets of raspberries are difficult to navigate so I have spent a considerable amount of time over the last two days weeding and dethicketing by propping up clumps of canes with various sticks and wires, and the fruit corner looks much better now, thank you very much. There are many bees in the fruit corner. They are especially enjoying the blackberry blossoms. 

Later this afternoon, I went in search of some bees to feature them on this blog post, what with it being their day and all. However, a gentle breeze had got up since this morning and the bees weren’t sitting still because they were being buffeted around. The couple of photos I did manage to take were fuzzy, which I know doesn’t really matter because bees are fuzzy anyway, but from an aesthetic viewpoint (i.e mine) they did not do. You’ll have to manage with some flower photos instead. There are plenty of flowers for the bees. This is one of my main purposes in gardening, to provide flowers for bees, because bees are VERY important and wonderful, and I love them. 








The foxgloves are just beginning to flower, as are the roses in the back garden. The run of Wild Edric, out the front, has been blooming for a couple of weeks and is now shedding petals everywhere, messy beggars. I shall get out there and prune them. 

I FaceTimed Mum again this morning because she had a bit of an episode late last night and I wanted to make sure she was recovered. She shared with me her best method for dealing with flies that come into the kitchen which involves a sharp flick with a wet dish cloth followed by crushing with a spoon. I wasn’t surprised - this is, after all, the woman who annihilates wasps with her bare fingers. 

I hope she doesn’t go near any bees. 


Comments

Anonymous said…
Love reading about your day. Keep it up. Heard you are planning to be a bee keeper again, no?
KJ
21 May 2025 at 00:16
Denise said…
Yes, I am planning to have a beehive or two again one day. Not sure it will happen this year as we are coming to the end of the nucleus buying season and I am busy whipping the garden into shape and using the new raised beds. But it will happen.
21 May 2025 at 08:18
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