On Easter afternoon we hike past the wild honeybee trees. The bees are busy, in and out, and our grandson Wesley is in awe! Hole in oak that leads to wild honey bee hive. Then, as we pass the spot where the road enters the forest (where the mission bells are just finishing bloom), we… Read more »
Her earliest leaf’s a flower, but only so an hour. (Frost)Opening bud of a native buckeye tree, whose later blooms arepoisonous to honey bees. Many years ago I assisted my ecology/botany sister in her research on native prairie restoration in the Midwest. My job that day was to sit in a square yard of space… Read more »
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