I’m a bee and a flower floosie. I love flowers. And I love gardens with flowers growing for me. They are all for me, aren’t they? I know, you saw me one day- a tear in my eye because I had no flowers to tend to so you planted me a garden. You filled it in with sunflowers and salvias and lavender. Have you ever thought about planting some asters for my fall menu? Those daisy-like flowers are simply scrumpdilicious, and my best friend, the little golden butterfly loves them too.

           
           Asters. Just when I think the great summer harvest has come to a close, here come my little friends. I’m partial to the purple ones but the white and pink are just as divine. I can’t help but go absolutely crazy over their sweet faces. They all know my name and I must pay ample attention to each of them lest one becomes jealous as asters have known to become.

           
           So please, plant some asters. You’ll have glorious fall blooms for bouquets but best of all; you’ll have me in your garden –

Humbleee yours,

                                    Priscilla the Bee

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