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August 16, 2025 by Dave Bonta

In the wake of a quick hummingbird with her elegant wand, a bumblebee continues to work the jewelweed, clambering up into each orange throat.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags bumblebee, jewelweed, ruby-throated hummingbird 2 Comments
August 14, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Cool and clear at sunrise. A yellow walnut leaf rests on the end table instead of a book. The slow motor of a bumblebee.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags bumblebee, fall foliage, sunrise
July 16, 2021 by Dave Bonta

The sun catches a tiny, white spider ballooning past the porch on a long strand of silk. It touches down in the bergamot, among bumblebees.

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