A Bee

What do you suppose?
A bee sat on my nose.
Then what do you think?
He gave me a wink
And said, “I beg your pardon,
I thought you were the garden.
Rhyme from England

The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee, a clover, anytime, to him, is aristocracy.
Emily Dickinson

16 thoughts on “A Bee

    1. Hi Leya. Jeg håber, du har lige så fint forårsvejr som i Danmark. Det er tid for fugle spotting 🙂
      Tak for din hilsen,
      Hanna

  1. Beautiful pictures you have taken. 🙂 I can almost feel that summer is on the way when I see your nice photos.

    1. Thank you, John. The summer comes quickly in Denmark. It is like a racing car from 0 to 100 km in 2 seconds.
      One morning when you wake, everybody has changed to shorts and summer dresses 🙂 🙂

    1. Thank you so much, Isabel. I have just read that the bees show each other a dance. The dance specifies the exact compass heading for a new good gathering place for nectar. A completely standardised dance to communicate the coordinates and distances. Many flowers have beautiful ultraviolet patterns to entice bees for their nectar. I wonder if the crocuses have ultraviolet patterns.
      Happy weekend to you too,
      Hanna

  2. This is a cute poem. Thanks for sharing. I love a good rhyme and the poem on my poetry blog here on WordPress is about rhyming in case you have time to look? Have a rhythmical weekend, Sam 

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