Hug of a Garden Blogger
It was pouring rain... I was driving yesterday to meet some garden bloggers at the Dragonfly Farms nursery. It was the last day of the Seattle Garden Bloggers Fling - 2011, and it was my only chance to see people whom I met virtually but whom I felt I had known for a long time. It was pouring rain... Then, the traffic almost came to a full stop. Roadwork ahead. One lane. Slow... Very slow... I could see the red tail lights all the way ahead. I won't make it I thought. I got off the highway and prepared to drive back home. Fortunately, there were a lot of cars I needed to wait for, and I stood there for a couple of minutes. When the way cleared, instead of turning left and driving home, I went straight and merged again into the slow traffic. I couldn't miss the chance to see my fellow bloggers. When else will they come to Seattle? It could be my only chance to put together faces and blogs' names! Well, I made it safely to the nursery and believe me, I was so glad I did! Hugs, hugs, hugs! Dear Gail, Frances, Barbara, Victoria, Michelle, Helen, Kylee, Pam, Dee, Melanthia, Loree, Ann, Alison, Layanee, Diana... did I miss anyone?...
I met the majority of these wonderful bloggers on Blotanical. That is why I want again to thank Stuart for creating and maintaining this unique site. Some of us, after several years of being active blotanists, slowed down but I still believe that Blotanical is a great place to meet gardening soulmates. I tell you, it's a very special thing - a real hug of a virtual gardening friend...
I was so childishly happy to be there... Almost the same as I feel watching hummingbirds in my garden.
Red Bergamot (Monarda, Bee Balm) is supposed to attract bees, isn't it?
Not in my garden this summer! The bees and bumblebees all attack escallonia and foxgloves. Bergamot belongs exclusively to a hummingbird.
A princess arrives for breakfast and later for lunch every day.
I usually stay there for a couple of minutes, then go to the house to pick up the camera, come back, and it's still shuttling from one flower to another. I hear the sound of its tiny wings. She dissappears as fast as she appears.
One time, there were two of them, but after a short fight one flew away.
I like the next picture. The bird's face is seen through the vail of its wings:
***Copyright 2011 TatyanaS