The expression should be “busy as a fall bee”. Each year I watch the single focus of bees as they hum and hover and choose the right blossoms and make the most of each precious moment. Their bodies laden with pollen they hang in the air like blimps, lugging a heavy load as they making their way up and in, over and around, under and back again.
The intensity is sometimes sad to me. It’s a frenzy of activity. It’s desperate.
At the same time, dragonflies fill the air. They blend with the end-of-summer blossoms and the start-of-fall blossoms.
The long-winged skimmer below coordinates with the blue-gray berries of a shrub that’s showing signs of the season’s change.
As pasture thistle blossoms turn to seed and mark the end of the summer, likewise the ragged edges of the wings of dragonflies and butterflies show the weary end to the active season.
I can’t believe the aster is here already, a welcome stopping place for the pearl crescent.
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