We planted this Lindheimer’s beeblossom last year, and we’re delighted that it survived our polar vortex just fine and is looking great – because never has a flower been better named. The bees adore it. And all of us need to take care of our bees.
We planted this Lindheimer’s beeblossom last year, and we’re delighted that it survived our polar vortex just fine and is looking great – because never has a flower been better named. The bees adore it. And all of us need to take care of our bees.
Currently reading: Nixonland: The Rise of a President and the Fracturing of America by Rick Perlstein π
Currently reading: The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch by Philip K. Dick π
Currently reading: Tristes Tropiques (Penguin Classics) by Claude Levi-Strauss π
Currently reading: The Master and His Emissary: The Divided Brain and the Making of the Western World by Iain McGilchrist π
Currently reading: Culture and Value by Ludwig Wittgenstein π
Currently reading: Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison π
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Currently reading: Thus Spoke Zarathustra: A Book for Everyone and Nobody (Oxford World’s Classics) by Friedrich Nietzsche π
I was 100% sure that this little tree had died in the recent big freeze, but here we are!