Bee poem

“Sing, Little Birdie” by Gertrude E. Heath, 1928 by the Saalfield Publishing Company. Black and white illustrations by Helene Nyce, color bookplates by Jan Cragin. Cover by Fern Bisel Peat.

Bees work hard, and there is something in their diligence that touches us. Most of us see only a fraction of their absorbing routines . . .

From honey bees and marsh flies, to black holes and dark energy.

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Minnie Aumonier’s poem, ‘The Lavender Garden’, from her first book, ‘Gardens in Sun and Shade’ (1920), p. 11. — I love the fourth verse… “No sound disturbs the scented air, But just the hum of bees is there, And little love songs everywhere.”