You are belted with gold, little brother of mine,/ Yellow gold, like the sun/ That spills in the west, as a chalice of wine/ When feasting is done./

Emily Pauline Johnson - The Homing Bee

Emily Pauline Johnson was Canadian from an indigenous tribe. Her biography is interesting and inspirational.

https://poets.org/poet/emily-pauline-johnson

The whole poem -

https://poets.org/poem/homing-bee

Obviously, there's a bee photo or 12 in your future. Before we get there, let's check in on some Barn critters.

Barncat met me on the porch .

We shortly discovered that some creature ,perhaps named “ Carnbat” or such the like, had gotten into Barncat’ s treats overnight. There was just a few left and as I gave them the Barncat I put the blame purely on her. She refused to make eye contact during my lecture, then relented when I was through.

She knows what she did…

I took a video of my visit to Amos and the Minions. The photos are so static- the best appear posed. The reality is much different. I'm going to lose a finger one of these days.

Bzzzzzzz - I dropped by the butterfly garden a bit ago. It was full of bees. Crowded!

That's all I got room for- thanks for dropping by!

I'm off to go get more treats…..