Upon the fence is a small green house, much the shape of a bird house, yet it is not. The middle part is many hollow sticks to offer accommodation to solitary bees. It is a hotel of sorts, one I'm sure other insects take advantage of too. Looking after nature, it's akin to making a solid foundation for a house so that it lasts well into the future.
The bee hotel is something so humble, a part of the sweet imagery of the garden rather than a flamboyant bloom. In the warming days of spring and summertime, the solitary bees will come to find shelter at night, resting before another day of visiting each flower.
Amelia adds a bee hotel to her garden. It is a simple act yet it is so her. She cannot help but be in love with nature and feel the need to nurture it as best she can. And so, when I see it there, that's what I see, her love for our Mother Earth. I guess that's part of what makes her so easy to love, that gentle and honest spirit shining out in so many ways.
The bee hotel has come alive this season, as the air warms the activity grows. Once it was simply sticks within a frame, now it is a place for nature.