Seventy-five minutes away, in the Wayne-St. David, Pa., area, we spent three hours strolling around Chanticleer. (scroll down on the link and see the rooster we stumbled upon). There are themes of water and art imitating nature. One pedestrian bridge is made in the form of a fallen tree. Bees and butterflies had long ago found this sanctuary, which a London newspaper describes as "planted to perfection."
Showing posts with label bees. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bees. Show all posts
Sunday, September 8, 2013
Friday, August 24, 2012
thistles, beauty and beast
Thistles get a bad rap in morals stories. It's a bad intruder into the garden. It hurts to pull them, but it's a joy to look when they blossom. And their seeds, each outfitted in down, look like they dance away from the pod. If you like honey you have to let your bees forage somewhere. So, to spray to not to spray was the question for me today. The photogenic ones here I left stand--for a while anyways.
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