This little sketch is for Leigh’s moleskine, in this month’s the much over due addition to the Moly_x_9 Moleskine exchange: BEES, one of my favorite things about the garden. There’s nothing like stark sunshine on your head, walking through the dry garden in summer, listening to the drone of the honeybees circulate among the tufts of lavender and rosemary.
We’re going to raise bees, ourselves. I’m building the courage to implore of the neighbors what they think of this idea. My only fear is that they might tend to fly into the pool next door, frequently filled with children, and reduce laughter and splashing to aggravated shrieks and screams!
Does anyone out there have advice on this matter?
Are those bees alive or dead? I see so many dead bees stuck to flower heads, like life was to good so they decided to die at the peak of it.
are you serious?! that’s so sad! all of late, suddenly dying in your garden?!
lovely sketch.
and that’s really scary about the dead bees. not a good sign for us humans.