Those of you who know me know that I’m extremely allergic to bees. My allergist says that I’m one of the worst cases she’s seen and wants me to carry not one, but two Epipens. In the garden I don’t usually worry about them, other than having the Epipen with me at all times, because the bees are far more interested in the flowers than in me. But today was different.
No, I didn’t get stung, but as I was cleaning up the garden and was stacking the plastic pots that my plants came in so I could return them for reuse, I moved one pot that was partially covered by a coreopsis and it was filled with bees and something round like a giant gumball with what looked like honeycomb. As the bees flew out I decided it was time to go home and locked up the garden.
I wanted to photograph it. I wanted to look closely to see what was there. But I didn’t because I knew it was best to not be too close to the bees as I disturbed their home. I want to peacefully coexist.
I still need to removed the starter pots. That will have to wait for another day, after I have someone else check just what’s going on in the pot.
