Yesterday I found myself at the farm of my brother-in-law. While my husband was doing a small errand, I was out foraging for photographs.
Thinking I might find some leaves changing, I was surprised to find this bee working in the afternoon light.
I found her flight movements hard to capture.
Soon it will frost and her food source will be lost to the season.
I am guessing that she, and her hive mates, are all ready well prepared.
"Place a beehive on my grave
and let the honey soak through.
When I am dead and gone,
That's what I want from you.
The streets of heaven are gold and sunny,
but I'll stick with my plot and a pot of honey.
Place a beehive on my grave,
and let the honey soak through."
Sue Monk Kidd
The Secret Life of Bees