Pretty in Pink

Rakafot AtaraKatz

Persian Cyclamen; Photo: Atara Katz

 

Don’t be fooled by the blush

Or swan’s head

In a bow

Strength does not always show

But do not try to

Chow

There is more to this beauty

Than what meets

The eye

Even if in first glance

She appears to be

Shy.

 

 

Fun Fact: The tuber of this flower is semi-poisonous. Fishermen would grate it, mix it with water and lime, and sprinkle the mixture in lakes and ponds to stun the fish so they would rise to the surface to be collected.

For Cee’s Flower of the Day

 

Changeling Flower

 

Achnai AmitaiAsif

Echium judaeum (Photo: Amitai Asif)

 

As you walk in the mountains

In wild meadows and deserts

O’er Rocks

Towards the Sun,

Hear the whiskery stalks’ whisper:

“You have seen,

I have grown,

Now be gone.”

 

Fun fact: The blooms of the Echium Judaeum change color after pollination.

For Cee’s Flower of the Day

Hello Spring!

It is spring!

cherry blossom

lambs

eggs

The birds sing, and people walk around with the odd and gladdened smile of no-more-winter, raising eyes to the blue sky.

It is Spring!

The forsythia will bloom, the cherry trees will blossom, little buds will poke their heads up from the ground without a sound to boom a verdant glow.

It is Spring!

Nests will fill with fuzz and wooing birds and new twigs splendor, and perfect eggs will follow, curling hatchlings deep in dreams of endless worms.

It is Spring!

Open windows. Open jackets. Green grass reappearing under browning frost and bits of winter’s snow.

It is Spring!

Lambs will bleat, ducklings waddle, kids will scamper ‘cross new meadows, as their mothers languid, follow, sated by the younglings’ joy.

It is Spring!

Can you feel it? There’s a buzz, a distinct glitter. Light has changed–now amplified–and not only by the angle of the sun finally resuming duty, back to glory, hastening beauty.

It is Spring!

Don’t worry if some gray dreary days will come and try to turn the tide. Spring would not abide–it has come now, and it will forge paths in frozen soil to melt remaining cold.

Time’s come.

Winter has grown old. Its shift has ended. Spring sprung. Let’s welcome it aboard!

hello spring

Bees’ Needs

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Little guy, age four, talking about flowers.
He asks: “Why do bees like flowers?”
I say: “Why do you think?”
He answers, curling intonation into a question mark: “Because they give them honey?”
I turn my own reply into a query in return: “Well, the bees make the honey, but they need something from the flowers to make it. What do you think they need from the flowers?”
Him: “The recipe?”

bees for beginners