Bees. I began gardening in 2013. During the course of researching plants I wanted to grow, I learned about the plight of bees and butterflies. The Monarch butterflies. This research opened my eyes to a great many things missing or at least not as abundant as I remember from childhood. I haven’t seen as many bumble bees as I used to. Course, I don’t live at the top of the hill anymore where there are lilac bushes planted way back when I was a child. Perhaps even before then. I wasn’t terribly interested in knowing exactly when they were planted.
And there was more clover and other flowers growing around the village. There were plum trees, hazelnut bushes, chokecherries. There were one or two gardens with fences around them. Most of these were filled with food plants.
I came up with a list of plants I wanted in the garden and proceeded to plant them. And wouldn’t you know it, no Bees. Least not the kind I was expecting.
First time I noticed that bees had mutated over the course of 40+ years. A cousin was walking past and I asked him if that was a bumble bee. He looked, “yeah” and we stared at each other. Reaffirmed what our eyes were telling us. These bees looked more like wasps than bumble bees.
So I determined that I’d keep up with my garden just to make sure of the sight I’d seen, that changed bee.
*edit I'd inadvertently put 1200 noon for publishing. So much for double checking.