Poem: Goodbye, Bees

What will the world be like
When there are no more bees, trees, or frogs?
When scorched earth is our reality
And we breathe in choking smog?
We continue to generate scads of plastic waste
Build mansions of questionable taste
Kill off species at a unimaginable pace –
Are we proud we’ve trashed this place?
What awaits our children now?
Are clear blue skies and lakes unicorns?
Are we considering the future for mankind
As even more of us are born?
I asked you to recycle your plastic
And put your cardboard in the nearby bin
You laughed at me for having asked it,
And I knew, sadly, that I would not win.
There just aren’t enough who care
Plenty who talk the talk but won’t walk the walk
And plenty who are aware
And deluding themselves about this epoch:
Glaciers melting, record heat,
Dirty air, algal blooms, CAFO meat,
Tech “reality,”, rainforest burning…
But the world keeps turning.
Right?
For those who refuse to accept
What’s in front of their faces
Soon, differences won’t matter,
Like political affiliations, religions, races…
We’ll be struggling to survive
On the world we’ve taken for granted
And abused, neglected, and plundered
And we’ll reap the terrible harvest we’ve planted –
Because not enough of us care, you see,
About anything other than “me”,
Even though the world must operate as “we”…
And so much depends on the flight of the bee.

Natural Care: Honeysuckle Infused Facial Oil

What’s that divine perfume wafting through the humid summer air? It’s honeysuckle, a wild-growing vine here that’s climbed enthusiastically all over the field fencing. Unpopular with some gardeners because it’s highly invasive, it’s a wildcrafter’s delight: the blooms make a heady wine, an aromatic syrup, and fantastic facial oil!

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Flowers Around The Farm: Stars, Suns, Goldenrod, And Thistles

I was gifted a lovely plant last summer, a vining plant that had beautiful crimson flowers on it. I was amazed at the vibrancy of the diminutive flower’s color. Sadly, over the winter, the vine, which had climbed all over a little handcrafted wooden trellis in warmer weather, died. Or so I thought…

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Precious Pollinators: Busy Bees And Pink Petals

This really is the “blooming” time of year here on the farm, and a new rose-like bramble has put forth lovely, freewheeling pink blossoms. The bees seem to be enamored of the new flowers, and were busily buzzing among them, pollen hanging like saddlebags from their legs. The bumblebees, in particular, couldn’t seem to leave these blushing blooms alone! Continue reading “Precious Pollinators: Busy Bees And Pink Petals”