The coriander is beautiful today. Do you see the bee hiding there?

Bees and wasps everywhere.

People are asking, “Where are the bees and the wasps and the pollinators this year?” Here.

On Earth.

It’s not a war. It’s too important to be a war.

It’s happening. The yards around are landscapes of weeds, concrete tiles, barbecues and even cinderblocks and gravel. Some are vast fields of lawn, but here I have learned to keep the aphids down by letting my coriander go to seed. Some of my visitors, I am meeting for the first time.

Some are old friends.

There are plenty of flowers for all. Here’s a tiny one.

It’s my first glimpse of that one, too. Here’s another little one, smaller than a grain of rice.

An an even smaller one. Can you spot it?

And an acrobatic giant. Can’t miss this one, in her fur coat!

It’s a whole world. Or many of them. Look at the coriander getting ready for the next celebration. There’ll be another crop before frost.

Just keeping the circle going round. Speaking of circles, what about a sphere? Onions work just as well as coriander, and like coriander take up hardly any space at all as they poke up through their neighbours to catch a bee’s eye.

And mine. Here’s the great landing pads of the daisies. Look how small this one is!

Here’s one over twice the size, and still just a half centimetre long.

And another giant. This time a overfly:

Painted daisies, even better for a load of pollen:

And look who the marigolds, planted to protect my tomatoes from pests, drew in! Teamwork!

I’ve been picking chamomile for a couple weeks, but it comes back fast for the bees:

Here’s the technique:

Popular with the stinkbug crowd, too!

So, yeah, we can protest that the bees are in trouble, which is true, but wouldn’t it just be better to plant some oregano? Even honeybees show up for that.

Why not just plant it in the corner and leave it be?

Or, pardon me, leave it bee?

Because what is beauty? Order, or balance?

Here’s a wild bee and a domestic one having no trouble with balance.

Beauty is the sense of environmental balance that signals to us that we are part of life’s force.

Aesthetics is not “prettiness”. Nor is it a human artifice.

Just ask the Bergamot. And her little bee.

Just ask the dill. It’s packed with beetles. And wasps.

Look at the arrival on the right! Wow!

No problem.

No problem at all. Check out the little one off to the right.

I love those blue wings!

Rumours of the Earth’s demise are grossly exaggerated, except by observers who live in humanly-created deserts.