Came a upon this thistle plant, and these aging bumble bees a few weeks back at a favorite local spot, Charlies Gardens. Some of the bee’s were barely moving, some were still, likely no longer alive. The blue and purple spiny show of the thistle caught my eye, but the bees image remained in my mind. It was death, but I fancied it a quite nice death. A life’s work done harvesting sweet nectar, only to finish off in the sun, gorging on the sweet goodness that powered your wings, in the short time allowed.
Radical Earth 
I love these thistles. I know that insects love them, too. Beauty and decay that belongs together. Nice death in such a wonderful flower.
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taphian, a friend has told me that thistle honey is some of the sweetest, and brilliantly clear honey he has ever had.
“beauty, and decay that belongs together”, very nice. (=
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I have never tasted it, but in Greece the honey has probably some thistles in it and it tastes wonderful like wild herbs. 🙂
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beautiful 🙂
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I appreciate that very much Joshi. 🙂
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This is lovely!
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Thank you Mom! I was very happy with the image.
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