July 13: A Sonnet for the flowers

We put the GPS units away,

And began a day of phenology in the purest,

The amount of flowers we saw was cray,

our maps made our observations the surest.


I jumped in a car and went not at all far,

To the virgin plains of Staffanson,

Where few tree do the landscape mar,

We toiled restlessly unti lthe work was done.


The sun rose high in the sky,

I prepared the plots for the plunder of seeds,

Through the prairie I did fly,

With dreams of harvesting seeds to stop weeds.


Peak flowering has almost begun,

With the flowers thriving in the heat of the sun.


To bee or not to bee

To bee or not to bee


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