No Mow May
Probably April Down South
Mike Singleton wrote a piece on the subject of "No Mow May' about two weeks earlier than this was published. I wasn't aware of Mike's piece or I certainly would have chosen an at least slightly different name; sorry about that Mike. Here's a link to Mr. Singleton's work, just in case you haven't seen it already: https://vocal.media/earth/no-mow-may
We're all headed the same way with a stream of loaded bees returning to the hive in the other direction. It's not far; our Queen was brilliant for picking a location close enough to the one beautiful field full of flowers in this whole neighbourhood.
The other colonies have to travel much further over all those flat, green lawns to get to the single field that feeds us all. This time of year, it's so hard to find food sources.
But there's one family of humans who let the flowers grow. We'll never sting them!
My wife picked some Forget-Me-Nots which no longer sported their yellow centres today. She told me that once the pollinators get their food from the flowers Forget-Me-Nots lose their yellow signal to the bees, so they won't come back when there's no more food available. Cool! It got me thinking about the real value of "No Mow May".
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I love it! Well written and lovely
Absolutely perfect 👌 my friend Thanks for the insight❗
This is so lovely! I love getting a glimpse into the bee storytelling world!
I like how this was a cute little “tall tail” with the bee as narrator while addressing a serious issue the planet is facing. I always talk to bees when I see them. I always tell them I love them. They might not understand English, but just like the plants we need, I bet they understand energy. I’m forever grateful for bees.
I will confess mine was getting out of control. Nearly had to peg the laundry out on horseback. It's had a bit of a trim, but there's still plenty of nosh out there for bees, birds and frogs!
Love this, Roy! Those precious little buzzing buddies are important for the survival of the entire planet! Such a perfect little tribute!
I love this story Roy! It was simple and beautiful and so in the spirit of spring! I didn't know "No Mow May" was a thing and I also appreciate the anecdote from you wife about the Forget-Me-Nots.
This is really wholesome. Amazing story!
Excellent. Let that garden grow!
Oh wow, that was so fascinating! I never knew that!
Great story and lesson Roy 😎🥰
Wonderful microfiction of your original article.
How delightful, Roy! I love love love pollinators...I have a cottage garden full of flowers and, come Spring, the bees and birds visit en masse. Always so friendly too -- I'll be watering the garden, and the bees just politely pop out the way, then get back to it after the sprinkling. Bless their buzzy little hearts. Mother Nature is truly a gift, and so is this lovely tribute. No-mow May! Let that grass grow wild! ❤️