Gratitude for bees...

“The careful insect 'midst his works I view, Now from the flowers exhaust the fragrant dew, With golden treasures load his little thighs, And steer his distant journey through the skies.”  John Gay

The last of the blueberries

Spring Harvest

A day's harvest.

Spring party preparation
Garden's feast...


emerging spring...

blueberry blossoms

Yesterday the twig was brown and bare
To-day the glint of green is there
Tomorrow will be leaflets spare
I know no thing so wondrous fair,
No miracle so strangely rare.
I wonder what will next be there!
L.H. Bailey

all grown up...

(the eighth chicken)