My Mayday tree is in full bloom right now.
That is a noteworthy event.
The powerfully sweet fragrance of the blossoms is
enough to lift you straight off your feet.
If you walk near the tree, the steady hum and blurred swarm of hundreds—maybe
thousands—of bees ping-ponging from branch to branch quickly makes your head
swirl.
I spent about ten minutes standing under the tree
yesterday afternoon, taking in the full sensory overload. Nothing is more alive or more important than
bees to flowering trees. Here, the dance
and the sex. Here, the quick and the ephemeral. Here, the soft and the everlasting. Here, the ancient. Here, first life.
The event so overwhelmed me, I thought, felt,
smelled and heard nothing but bees and flowers for the whole time I stood
there.
I am posting two pictures I snapped of the tree
yesterday. One photograph reveals how
prolific the flowers are. The other
captured some of the bees enveloping the tree like a sort of living corona.
--Mitchell
Hegman
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