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August 13, 2015
Poetry Friday--"Petty Theft"
It's that time of year again--we're slowly sliding into fall and the goldenrod (Solidago) varieties are beginning to bloom. The bees love goldenrod. Many people mistake goldenrod for ragweed (Ambrosia), but they are not the same. It is ragweed that causes hayfever, and not goldenrod, so go ahead and leave these wildflowers to grow. The bees will love you, too!
Click on the image to enlarge. Poem and photos © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved. By the way, I've been using and reusing a group of goldenrod photos I took back in 2010. Every time I look at them, the bees in their fuzzy jackets make me smile.
Ragweed (Ambrosia artemisiifolia) photo courtesy Neorurale.
Heidi is the hostess for this week's Round-Up. She's bound to have a big pitcher of lemonade waiting for you at My Juicy Little Universe.
Heidi is the hostess for this week's Round-Up. She's bound to have a big pitcher of lemonade waiting for you at My Juicy Little Universe.
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Love "petite larcenists!" I usually leave the goldenrod up until the end of summer - then most of it has to go, because it takes over the lawn, garden, everywhere!
ReplyDeleteIt does tend to multiply, but the bees need to bulk up for winter, so be kind.
DeleteGorgeous poem and photo. The lfowers look beautiful. I love your image of the bees as theives - and the fact that you used a word I didn't know: pruinous.
ReplyDeleteLike Matt said above, they're like weeds and keep coming. But, if we look closely, they are delightfully yellow, and, there's always a bee or two hanging about.
DeleteThe composition of your work is stunning, Diane. Would you like to offer this poem combination for Summer Splashings or do you have another one to send in?
ReplyDeleteSure, I can send this one! Thanks.
DeleteThanks, Diane.
DeleteI wish we were more like those "petite larcenists" - taking only what we need, no more. Tons of golden rod here to enjoy, along with Queen Anne's lace. Summer!
ReplyDeleteThe Queen Anne's lace is out here, too. I like QA's lace because the heads dry out and go into the winter. I like seeing them sticking out of a dusting of snow.
DeleteHa! Petite larcenists--brilliant. And those dusty pants. Lovely, Diane!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Laura!
DeleteThis is one of your best, Diane! Pilfer, petite, pockets, pants, pruinous (!), petty--just gorgeous! And thanks for the botany lesson.
ReplyDeleteIsn't pruinous a lovely word?
DeleteBeautiful poem and pics. Love all those "p" sounds.
ReplyDeleteMany thanks, Dori!
Deletepruinous blooms--WOW! Beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you like it!
DeleteI'm in love with this poem! I, too, had to look up pruinous. It's a good day when you learn a new word. I'll think of it every time I look at goldenrod, now. So many luscious P sounds in this Poem. And the credo of the bees...couldn't we all learn from them?!?!
ReplyDeleteI can't remember what I was looking up when I came across pruinous, pruinose, and pruinescence. It fit well into what I was trying to say in this poem.
DeleteI'm always blown away when someone captures a huge image in just a few words. You definitely did that here! Like several others, I had to look up pruinous. And I learned something about flowers! Thank you!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Carol. I love finding new words, especially funky sounding ones!
DeleteThey look rather bold in those photos, don't they? Shameless even. I enjoyed all the p sounds and those tiny pockets!
ReplyDeleteThanks for mentioning the difference between ragweed and goldenrod. I have heard that before -- about goldenrod taking the rap for ragweed's sins. Did you know ragweed extract is good for ragweed allergies? It's a hard sell, though.
"Petty thieves" indeed! I'll never look at a bee the same way again. =)
ReplyDeleteSo much to love about this poem, Diane. You've done those little looters, petty thieves, petite larsenists proud. Gorgeous presentation too!
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