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It’s early June in Maine and that means rhododendrons.
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For a pure burst of color they’re hard to beat.
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And I’m not the only one who loves them.
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Dozens of big beautiful bumblebees happily sip nectar.
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It’s a lovely time of year.
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It’s early June in Maine and that means rhododendrons.
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For a pure burst of color they’re hard to beat.
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And I’m not the only one who loves them.
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Dozens of big beautiful bumblebees happily sip nectar.
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It’s a lovely time of year.
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Our rhododendrons finally popped.
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At least on the front side where my husband didn’t butcher them with the shears.
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For a sheer burst of color they’re hard to beat.
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And I’m not the only one who loves them.
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Giant bumblebees swarm ever them all day long…
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And it does my heart good to see their little legs covered in pollen.
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Long live the bees!
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🐝🐝🐝
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I have a thing for bumblebees.
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Thankfully the bees have a thing for my rhododendrons.
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When the bushes are in bloom they’re covered with fat fuzzy bumblers…. and I love it!
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I’d love it more if the little darlings would stay still long enough for me to snap a decent blog photograph, but you get the idea.
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Long live the bees!
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