Fairview, Michigan is abundant with lilacs and with them come the bumble bees. I find the hum and beauty they bring to our yard, if only temporary, a Michigan staple I look forward to every year. I do wish their divine fragrance would last the summer, but that is not the case. California has bred a long lasting variety, but those are scentless and senseless as far as comparisons go. I’ll take a week of the real thing over several months of an imposter in another State.
The bumble bees will stay. They will find other avenues to gather their nectars from our gardens and ditches. While out planting a tree, I found their nest, an abandoned gopher hole in the meadow beside our yard. I am sure they will be happy there as the year rolls along into summer and fall. For now I will enjoy their dance with the lilacs across the countrysides of Northern Michigan.
There are few places the woeful news doesn’t seep, even here, where the rivers run with fish into the Huron, where the cardinals sit on thistle thrones and where the mockingbirds have never heard a car alarm.
Unfortunately, Monsanto’s footprints are in the corn, they are in the soybeans and the faces of the sunflowers. They are in the pollen and the hives of bees.
The bees die and the deer grow sterile from pesticides and Roundup Ready modified genes.
The dirty fingers of dirty men are found in everything including our heads. Don’t buy into it, fight Monsanto and their GMO seeds or the battle is lost.
Praise to El Salvador for taking steps to kick Monsanto and their dirty seeds out the door.