BEES AND BUTTERFLIES

My first photo is from yesterday's post, without the quote.  The photo below shows the garden we found, next to the Wild Horse Museum-Store.  It isn't too far from the lighthouse in Corolla, just up the road.  

At first you think it might be very overgrown and uncared for.  It is at the end of the season.  However, if you look closer still, you realize it would be like coming across a meadow and perhaps this was their intention.  Look closer still and there were dozens of bees and butterflies very happy at its wild state.  

"With rake and seeds and sower,
And hoe and line and reed,
When the meadows shrill with "peeping"
And the old world wakes from sleeping,
Who wouldn't be a grower
That has any heart to feel?"

~Frederick Frye Rockwell~
"Invitation," Around the Year in the Garden, 1913"

Here are a few of those happy visitors.

"Beautiful and graceful, varied and enchanting, small but approachable, butterflies lead you to the sunny side of life.  And everyone deserves a little sunshine."

~Jeffrey Glassberg~

"The hum of bees is the voice of the garden."
~Elizabeth Lawrence~

"Butterflies, bees,
Our winged, happy friends.
Oh, to dance in the air
And float on the breeze."

~Terri Guillemets~

"What do you suppose?
A bee sat on my nose.
Then what do you think?
He gave me a wink
And said, "I beg your pardon,
I thought you were the garden."

~English Rhyme~

"The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee, a clover, anytime, to him, is aristocracy."

~Emily Dickinson~

"When I add a spoon of honey to my tea, I give thanks to a dozen bees for the work of their whole lives.  When my finger sweeps the final drop of sweetness from the jar, I know we've enjoyed the nectar from over a million flowers. This is what honey is: the souls of flowers, a food to please the gods.  Honeyeaters know that to have a joyful heart one must live life like the bees, sipping the sweet nectar from each moment as it blooms.  And Life, like the world of honey, has its enchantments and stings."

~Ingrid Goff-Maidoff~
 "The Honey Sutras"

"Every saint has a bee in his halo."
~Elbert Hubbard~

"I've watched you now a full half-hour;
Self-poised upon that yellow flower
And, little Butterfly!  
Indeed I know not if you sleep or feed,
How Motionless! - not frozen seas 
More motionless! and then
What joy awaits you, when the breeze
Hath found you out among the trees,
And calls you forth again!

This plot of orchard-ground is ours;
My trees they are, my Sister's flowers;
Here rest your wings when they are weary;
Here lodge as in a sanctuary!
Come often to us, fear no wrong;
Sit near us on the bough!
We'll talk of sunshine and of song,
And summer days, when we were young;
Sweet childish days, that were as long
As twenty days are now.”

~William Wordsworth~
"To A Butterfly"

"I don't like formal gardens.  I like wild nature.  It's just the wilderness instinct in me I guess."

~Walt Disney~