This morning when I let Cassie out back there was still a bit of dew clinking to the tips of the Blue-eyed grass. This picture is from my old garden – the ones I’ve planted at this house haven’t bloomed yet. It’s not really a grass, it’s actually in the iris family. It’s a small, clumping spot of beauty that is great in a rock garden or in front of a boulder. I was also thinking about bees today, our native bees, who often live a solitary life and unlike the wimpy European honey bees, are out working the flowers when the morning air is still quite cool.

Blue-eyed grass
blue eyes wet with dew
thirsty bee stops to drink -wait
listen to the dawn

@copyright Susan Taylor Brown 2009
April 20, 2009