Then in 2013 and 2014, BEES were suddenly the thing - almost the only thing. I think at some point it hit the general would-be-bee-worriers that bees pollinate 70% of our top 100 food crops. I watched some documentary footage from a region of China where rapid industrialization had wiped out the bee population; now migrant workers do the job, dipping paintbrushes in sticky sauce and, one blossom at a time, hand pollinating food crops.
Esther prepares for catastrophe |
It's a picture of devastation way more immediate and accessible than "climate change," for example.
Worry, worry, worry, bees, bees, bees.
It turns out there is, by my own uneducated estimation, a fairly healthy bee and wasp population in the Heights. It took a while for them to show up, but they finally found my garden and helped me out. THANKS GUYS!
They loved the catmint and rudbeckia I picked up at the Bee-iesta this spring, and now they are all over our anise hyssop (which, by the way, makes a great cocktail). Thanks to Anna Dains for a generous donation to my native-perennial-bee-corner, which I established in July to make more room for my edibles in the raised beds, and to be awesome. I hope some day it will be awesome - for now it's rather unimpressive.
Viola, a bee garden. Rudbeckia hirta, Orange Coneflower (ratibida), Anise Hyssop, Zig Zag Goldenrod, and one lonely native grass, Indian Something, towards the center. I don't know what else there is; the rest will be a fun surprise next year or the year thereafter. I'm hoping it will all grow up and together into a glorious mass of color and nectar in a few short, short years.
I love the mudpit at the end of the sidewalk, by the way. Hooray, Columbia Heights.
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