The garden was full of butterflies and bees and walking down this path was wonderful. Such a feast for the eyes.
The rest of my day was spent shopping and I coundn't resist buying these 'glads'.
In the evening I knitted myself some slippers using the fabulous colours I had seen .
I had been as busy as a Dumbledore. Not of Harry Potter fame but the bee in our garden. Dumbledore is another name for a bee and was used in Kent.
from the bees, inspired by clover,
marigold, eucalyptus, thyme,
the hundred perfumes of the wind.
Bless the beekeeper , who chooses for her hives a site near water, violet beds, no yew,
no echo. Let the light lilt, leak, green
or gold, pigment for queens,
and joy be inexplicable but there
in harmony of willow herb and stream,
of summer heat and breeze, each bee’s body
at its brilliant flower, lover-stunned,
strumming on fragrance, smitten. For this,
let gardens grow, where beelines end,
sighing in roses, saffron blooms, buddleia;
where bees pray on their knees, sing, praise
in pear trees, plum trees; bees
are the batteries of orchards, gardens, guard them.
Carol Ann Duffy