A Season For Sharing


As days grow shorter and plants increasingly transform their flowers into seed, it’s quite common to find groups of insects drawn to the flowers that remain.

Here, skippers have sought out the riches of a late-October Kansas thistle; at one point, seven skippers sipped at this single, still-substantial bloom.


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Just Looking

Bumblebee  (Bombus sonorus) “just looking” into a crossvine flower (Bignonia capreolata)

Whenever our family gathered at my grandparents’ home, my father always made a beeline for Grandma’s pantry.  Roomy and spacious, it never lacked for good things, including homemade cookies. Occasionally, Grandma would ask, “What do you want?” “Nothing,” he’d say. “I’m just looking.”

“Busy as a bee” is a common metaphor, but sometimes “browsing like a bee” works, too. What my father would think of being compared to a bumblebee I’m not certain, but in this case, I suspect he’d recognize the behavior.


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John Burroughs Considers the Bee

A bumble bee judges the thistle “Cirsium horridulum” to be not at all horrible

“Into the material gathered from outward nature the creative artist puts himself, as the bee puts herself into the nectar she gathers from the flowers to make it into honey. Honey is the nectar plus the bee, and a poem, or other work of art, is fact and observation plus the man.”

“Our best growth is attained when we match knowledge with love, insight with reverence, understanding with sympathy and enjoyment: else the machine becomes more and more, and the man less and less.”

                                      John Burroughs ~ from “Science and Literature” (1914)

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