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Betsy Steele | Mason bees: beneficial and harmless

The old gardening gloves had been turned partly inside out when I took them off. Brittle with overuse, they were hard to put right, so I left them on the outdoor table, planning to toss them in the trash. But the next day when I picked them up, a smallish black bee poked its head out of a finger opening, hesitated for a moment, and flew off.
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Looking Out | Looking a sunflower in the face

These sunflowers are all volunteers. None of them sprouted from hand-planted seeds. Overfed finches dropped them as they scattered from our winter bird feeder. Or last year’s varieties, bent over and dragging at the end of summer, left some seeds on the ground, somehow avoiding nibbling by voles.
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Betsy Steele | Elegy to the park

“Okay, I’m helping folks learn about birds, to focus in on their calls, songs, fleeting glimpses. This is lovely spring that (in the words of the James Russell Lowell poem “June”) ‘comes flooding back with a ripply cheer…,’ “ I thought as we entered the park from Bird Fest Central in mid-May. Swallows flew over, song sparrows sang, and a tiny elusive yellow warbler began its territorial “sweet sweet” singing just as cordless drills rang out, to be complemented by a leaf blower and then, a radio was turned on ...
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Betsy Steele | You dig? Earth disturbance = noxious weeds

Fields of salsify had taken over the meadows. Like seedy jellyfish, their globular mass of achenes, wisps of fiber, now clogged and floated on airy currents. Previously, a warp and weft of tall grasses — generations of growth and death — had matted the meadow ground, cushioning it against invading seeds, shading out any that dared to intrude.