Saturday, February 2, 2013

honeybees in the trumpet vine.


For bees, the flower is the fountain of life;
For flowers, the bee is the messenger of love.

— Kahlil Gibran



When the bee comes to your house, let her have beer; 
you may want to visit the bee's house some day. 
— Congo Proverb


Even bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers.
 —John Keats


9 comments:

Elizabeth said...

Wow. That's some intense nature!

S. Etole said...

Great quotes and photos. Such a burst of color in our still white world.

Tracy said...

GORGEOUS images, Leslie... just stunning! Messengers of love... That's what we all could be. I like that idea. :o) Happy Days ((HUGS)) P.S. I'm hosting a Valentine Giveaway this week... stop by for the fun, if you get a chance!

DeborahJoy said...

Messengers of love... I LOVE that.
My name is Hebrew for 'bee', and I've always been very fond of bees.
Still waiting for Spring here.... :)

Jodi said...

Of course I love every bit of this post, I makes me long for warm sunny days and the hum of my own bees. :) Miss you girl. Your photos are amazing I can almost feel the heat.

Rebecca Jerdee said...

What, no hummingbirds? They adore trumpet vines...gotta get out the shears for those voracious vines, though, once pollination is done!

Loree said...

How beautiful. It is not easy to take photos of bees but you have taken some wonderful shots.

beth said...

thanks for showering me with color and warmth....i needed it...well, i still need it....as yet another winter storm arrives later tonight :(
xo

JoAnn Hallum said...

Gorgeous! (as always)