Doing our part for the honeybees

I stepped outside just now to snap some shots of the glads that have started to bloom, and the honeysuckle plant next to them caught my eye: a honeybee was buzzing in and out.  It’s a little overgrown, but if the plant is helping the honeybee population, I’m all for it.

I grew up on a street called Honeybee Lane, where honeysuckles grew wild and abundantly at the edges of the woods; we kids used to pull the stamens slowly to the base of the tiny flowers to taste that little bit of nectar in them.

The hummingbirds like the glads, and I can see them from our kitchen, their green flashing in and out amongst the bright pink.

More on the knitting later; I’m trying to keep it a surprise.  But the latest project, which I expect to finish this afternoon, is canna lilies translated into lace.  Although, looking at my glads, I realize it’s not too far off from being individual glad blossoms among their siblings on the stalk.