I was asked to write a poem for our latest Spring Fling community gathering.The theme this year was Pollinators. We had a scientific explanation from our well informed head of grounds here at Kendal as well as songs and dances and skits all celebrating spring and its pollinators. I added my piece which was used at the very end. It got chuckles and appreciation so now I pass it on to you, my family, friends and readers.

The Hummingbird, the Honeybee, and the Butterfly                     

One June morning, sitting on my front deck, eyelids closed against the strong sunshine, a buzzing sound annoyed my ear. As I opened my eyes to swat away an insect, a hummingbird had helicoptered over to check out my brightly colored blouse. I was all show and no sugar, so he zipped away to chase off the other guys vying for their drinks at the red and yellow feeder.

My cat came stalking back from adventures in the forest to show off the best way to sunbathe. As she languidly climbed the steps to join me, I noticed a honeybee in the grass. Not a big carpenter bee who drilled holes above my window frame, dusting my bureau with delicate sawdust, but a small earnest honeybee diligently visiting white clover after clover, imprinting his wiggle dance to map exact directions for the hive.

Over by the garage, a monarch butterfly landed on some few remaining milkweed plants. Their poisonous sap could harm our newborn lambs who delighted in escaping beneath the fence, though the mauve flowers the plants produced would seduce the nose of an angel. I watched the female fluttering upside down quickly depositing a single egg beneath one chosen leaf, and then another. Her larvae would ingest the toxins repulsing very hungry caterpillar eaters.

I called out,” Hola, Señora Mariposa!“ because she had just returned from Mexico to leave the next generation behind her.

These three pollinateers fly in and out of our landscapes every year. Seeking sweet nectar, they and their kin nurture beauty and carry the survival of our crops on their wings. In return, let’s pollinate the idea that we carry their survival in our grateful hands.