I’d been disconcerted by the silence of the fruit trees this spring, although judging from the number of baby apples currently swelling, the bumblebees and native bees clearly made up for the lack of honeybees this year. But apparently the recently-blooming motherwort plants sang to them with a floral siren song, because they’re now swarming with honeybees in addition to bumblebees.
I developed a new respect for wildlife photographers when trying to get a picture of the honeybees; it took quite awhile before I could get an image that wasn’t motherwort with blurry spots. My results won’t win any prizes, but I want to preserve the bees’ return for posterity and to remind myself to leave the Land of the Worst Case Scenario, where I spend too much time. I’d been envisioning a literally fruitless summer, but the bees belied me. I need to remember that there’s more to the world than what I can see or anticipate; even the loneliest flower will meet its bee eventually.