This week's visitor to the asters was probably the last "bumble" of the season.
Temperatures here have plummeted, and the furnace has been turning itself on in the wee hours of the morning. Putting one's bare feet down on the wooden floor at sunrise is definitely an awakening experience.
Yesterday, the first snows of the season arrived in a fine whirling dance - they didn't stay of course, but we are definitely on our way into the long, dark and cold times at the end of the calendar year, and heavy frosts mean that our bumble times are over for another year.
To all the little sisters who came to the garden this summer, our heartfelt thanks...
6 comments:
Such a warm looking and deceptive photograph. My bumblers continue, but in the early mornings they are comatose.
Thank you for the reminder to appreciate all of these little "lasts" of the season. The geese are flying south. There is a wild, wind-swept feeling in the air that both excites me and comforts me. I think the geese and the bumblers are feeling that too.
Hi Cate
If this is the last bee of the season you got a truly lovely photo of it.
All the best.
Guy
Exquisite picture! We have had our first frosts here in south west Britain, so the year is definitely on the wane now...x
What a beautiful picture. I love sharing the seasons with you.
YES, thank you dear little flyers... and all the other flying, crawling, waddling and hurrying thingies which helped us through this summer! A wonderful and touching tribute, dear friend!
So thank you too for this truly great gift!
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