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Bee-Loved Plants & Facebook

I love Facebook. I’ve been working on a bibliography for the Lovatt Foundation in Kano, Nigeria, run by New Zealand poet and educator Fiona Lovatt, who’s been based in Kano for several years now. She’s exploring the local traditional bee-keeping practices but has only irregular access to a computer and a busy cell phone, dependent on solar power for charging. So I offered to help locate information.

It was fun tracking down the academic work. And I loved Professor Marla Spivak’s Ted talk Why bees are disappearing. The video version provides the best explanation of bee decline I’ve experienced, simple and compelling–

We’re kind of at a tipping point. We can’t really afford to lose that many more. We need to be really appreciative of all the beekeepers out there.

And of course it was great to hear her ending–

Plant flowers.

But, as I searched, I also really really liked finding beekeepers’ wisdom via Facebook and news of their immediate day-to-day experiences. And images like the one at the top which I think comes from Chile. That’s me in old age, I decided. My Facebook friends and I debated whether the bee-keeper’s trusty steed is a donkey, a mule, or a horse.

Here is this lovely woman again, in among the flowers, her hives on her back.

in among the flowers

From now on in this blog, I’ll refer more often to the Facebook info I find valuable.

#Bee-Loved Flower People

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Bergamot. Wellington 2015

In the spring, I  gave bee-loved seedlings (and tomato and courgette seedlings) only to people I love. By chance really. People in my extended ‘family’ who help me flourish, so I see them regularly. Because they warm my heart, with their laughter and talk and generosity. (Some of them passed on the seedlings to people I don’t know.)

As the plants mature, I’m learning that these beautiful  Bee-Loved Flower People  (the 1960s return, in a new form!) also help the plants flourish, strongly. And differently from those that stayed here, in my garden and on the public zigzag. I expected that this would happen with the seedlings I gave my chi gong teacher, but it seems to be happening with all the plants.

Remember that 14 1/2 inch Florence ribbed courgette/marrow the other day, from up the coast in Kapiti?  That courgette photo from out at Lower Hutt? And now there’s more news, via Twitter, from a household  that’s a twenty minute stroll away.

Last night, in a series of tweets, I got the  picture above, of the first bergamot seedling to flower, confirming that the plant is a bergamot. Then these tomato pics. Like me, this Bee-Loved Flower Person has lost the plant labels.

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Gardener’s Delight?

‘I think that’s the Gardener’s Delights,’  came the tweet. ‘Not sure about these wrinkly ones. I don’t think that’s the Black From Tula but I don’t remember what the third breed was you gave us!’ (Cherokee Purple.)

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Cherokee Purple?

And: ‘I think this might be a B(lack) F(rom) T(ula)’.

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Black From Tula?

‘Mine are so SMALL still,’ I tweeted back.

The response: ‘I may have cheated as they’re planted straight into potting mix bags. We are quite sheltered though which probably helps?’

My response just flew onto the screen: ‘There’s no ‘cheating’ in that. Shelter, yr sun, yr good chi & green fingers. All that laughter–‘

I’m so excited by all this. Surprised and delighted that these Bee-Loved Flower People’s experiences with their plants extend and enhance my understanding of the plants that stayed here.