She sat down in a weed patch, her elbows on her knees ,
and kept her eyes on the small mysterious world of the ground.
In the shade and sun of grass blade forests,
small living things had their metropolis.
~Nancy Price, Website writer and poet
This writer is describing a kingdom that exists in probably every square foot of ground in any garden, and it is not a singular kingdom. In and around blossoming things there’s yet another mysterious metropolis. In it airborne living things yearn to “possess the sweet of every flower that blooms,” and so in that above-ground realm there really is a very simple equation: if there are no flowers there are no pollinators; if there are no pollinators there are no flowers. One simply doesn’t exist without the other, at least for very long. The hum or buzz of the pollinating agent and the flower’s blooming go hand in hand. Together they dance the dance of life and commit their acts of love. And so it is that different life forms as well as scripture “remind us that there are other voices, other rhythms, other strivings, and other fulfillments…” How I’d love to hover over the petals of a rose, peer deep into its center, and then dive in to taste its “sweets” like the wasp on this bi-colored Scentimental rose.
God’s voice thunders in marvelous ways; he does great things beyond our understanding. ~Job 37:5 ✝
Sacred Touches 
That is a pretty rose and photograph. So true, one can not live without the other. The insects see far more than pretty, they see their livelihood.
LikeLike
Indeed they do, but is it not the color(s) and scents that attract them to the flowers. But then, I’m not sure that colors play into the equation. Have a great weekend. Blessings, Natalie
LikeLike
Gorgeous image. Insects play such an enormously important part in our existence, it’s hard not to appreciate them and their beauty ~ Amelia 🙂
LikeLike
And again there are people who try to kill the “pests” as they call them. I’ve wandered into my flowerbeds when the bees are abuzz many times and have yet to get stung by one. Who’d have thought that when I stepped off the Metro in Paris last June and onto the Pont Alexandre bridge I’d get stung by one there. Oh well, it certainly didn’t ruin Paris for me and I’d been pushing my luck I suppose. Natalie 🙂
LikeLike
That’s Paris for you. Always something goona bite LOL 🙂 Sorry it has taken me a few days to revisit your blog, Natalie. I have had a busy few days here and am getting a bit behind. My endangered post for yesterday still isn’t finished yet either. eeeek! 🙂 🙂
LikeLike
That’s okay. I just thought you didn’t like me any more! Seriously, I’m just always glad to hear from you whenever that might be. Now go work on your post. 🙂
LikeLike
🙂 🙂
LikeLike
Natalie, this rose picture is so strikingly beautiful! It is a joy to read your words about the little worlds within in our gardens. Creation needs us to respect the balance within it; we’re rewarded with healthy plants when we do.
Blessings ~ Wendy
LikeLike
Thanks, Wendy, for the very kind words. Scentmental is a beauty and it smells so good. I love the “little” worlds of the garden too and they do in fact insure the health of the plant life. I hope you are having a great weekend. Blessings, Natalie
LikeLike
“the dance of life”–so wonderful to be a part of God’s creation! Thanks for the beautiful photo!
LikeLike
It is a blessing indeed to be a part of what He made. I wish all mankind felt that way and reverenced all life instead of being so full of hate. Blessings, Natalie
LikeLike
I agree!
LikeLike
Beautifully said, Natalie, nature with its wonders, the great ones and the teeny-weeny ones, is a constant source of delight and fascination for me. I get much more happiness out of nature than out of men, to be honest. Enjoy your weekend 🙂
LikeLike
That makes two of us, Annette! Nature is wondrous source of delight and fascination for me too. Blessings, Natalie
LikeLike