Bumble Bee Dreaming…Bzzzzz

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One single corn poppy amongst the barley in Townsend Meadow, and snug inside a fast-asleep bee. And what cosier spot, dappled late-day sun through gauzy drapes, the gentle swish of barley all around. I wanted to curl up inside there too, and dream whatever it is bees dream. Sad to say my curiosity got the better of me. After I took this shot, I gave the poppy stem a gentle nudge – just to be sure the bee was sleeping not dying – and off it zoomed. So sorry, bee, for spoiling your siesta.

copyright 2021 Tish Farrell

19 thoughts on “Bumble Bee Dreaming…Bzzzzz

      1. Not much chance of that happening here for many months as it’s warm at the coolest part of the day. 🙂 I wonder where all the bees go when it’s so hot.

  1. Oh how sweet! Bees mesmerise me, I can stand and watch them for what seems like hours. But deadheading can be dangerous at the moment. After brushing past bee-filled lupins the other evening whilst dead-heading the roses I felt something on the palm of my hand, luckily I didn’t simply swat at it as it was a large bumblebee just casually sitting there. I got such a fright. Shaking my hand it flew off, without stinging I am glad to say.

    1. Yep. We definitely need to watch out in the garden. I had a bee get inside my cardigan sleeve. I didn’t know what it was tickling my arm, and I’m sorry to say it was not a good end for either of us. Though I came off best and the sting was short-lived

  2. Oh no, that was a rumble for the Bumble. I wonder if it had a headache for the rest of the day. That is what happens to me if I am shaken from my slumber. 🙂

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