but not forgetting this from Rudyard Kipling, picked up in that scavenging manner I have;
Therefore I lied to please the mob.
Now all my lies are proved untrue
And I must face the men I slew.
What tale shall serve me here among
Mine angry and defrauded young?
A pretty penstemon, called 'apple blossom' I think. The large giant catmint Six Hills, jostles it but it is always alive with bees and therefore will hold its place.
|Trying to catch the bees|