Tonight, as I was preparing to water the plants, I spied this situation.

Napping Bee.
I know. I know. It has basically turned into some sort of hack-version of the Animal Planet ’round these parts lately.
I have nothing to say about that situation. I just call it like I see it.
I did not know that bees were given to napping. Maybe they aren’t and this one was offering its body up to predators as a sacrifice for the hive.
Or maybe…it was a sick bee. I’m not sure which would be worse, to tell you the truth.
More importantly, the more observant amongst you might be thinking, But Kat, you don’t have a hydrangea.
And prior to Saturday night, you would have been correct.
But Jenna used entire hydrangea plants for decor at her wedding, so when the clock struck midnight 10:30, she forced one on me.
Obviously I happily accepted it without complaint. I’m 99% sure that Hydrangeas are my favorite flower. The only reason I say 99% and not 100% is because invariably I always forget certain varieties of flowers (Example: Peonies) until they are placed directly in front of me.
Puzzling over what to do with it the morning-after, I brought it outside along with a soup spoon. I then proceeded to gouge out the spot where the plant formerly known as Purple Basil was, and tucked the hydrangea into its new home.
I love it 11/10. It is a wonderful contrast to The World’s Laziest Plant That Refused To Grow And Then Died Outright.
Thank goodness that shame has lifted from our tiny planked-paradise.
Bee Story Time: While my bee was apparently a pacifist, do you have any horror stories re: Getting Stung?
Gardeners: What’s growing for you right now? Have you had any major failures?









I wasn’t sure if I should buy two or not, but then the little voice in my head said…buy two. In the words of Lilly herself, “Too much is never enough.”


Dig it.

