Remember all those bees that went missing this year?
I've found them.
They're all in my yard, getting drunk on wisteria nectar.
And I'm a bit tipsy myself from the perfume of the blossoms, the way they look hanging from the arbor and the oak trees, and the sound the bees make as they buzz and dip and sip and hover, flying from blossom to blossom. They sound like a small and very efficient machine, these bees, and I wish that I, like them, could nestle in the soft purple petals, sipping nectar and coating my body in pollen.
Lucky bees.
I want to eat their honey.
The scent of the orange blossoms along the Turnpike around Howey in the Hills almost made me drive off the road. It was that strong. I had forgotten about that smell, even though I spent every Spring in it for 18 years.
ReplyDeleteI'm surprised that there's still that much citrus growing there. Awesome. It was pretty cool for me, growing up where the air smelled of orange blossoms part of the year and like orange cookies when the Kuder Cow Feed company was cooking up their chow from orange peel and pulp.
ReplyDeleteThanks for reminding me.