Cucumber Beetle on Clematis

3 09 2010

I was working on a graphic design project this morning and glanced outside to see a tiny splotch of pink through the slats of the fence in the backyard garden. I didn’t have my glasses on, so I wasn’t sure if it was a pink-shirted neighbor passing by (albeit rather slowly) or—gasp!—is that a (very late blooming) Clematis? It was the latter—a lovely solitary bloom showcasing its beauty on the outside of the fence. I grabbed my camera with a normal lens and took a few shots. I zoomed in on the screen and noticed what appeared to be an insect’s legs in the petals. I ran in to get my macro lens and shot several images of this Cucumber Beetle. By the time he was done with his foraging, he was covered with pollen, head to toe!

© Cindy Dyer. All rights reserved.



2 responses

5 09 2010

As you can readily see by the verse below, your photos tend to make me wax poetical—it must be the pollen. I have begun a epic poem

A cuter Clematis I’ve never seen,
Nor a Cucumber Beetle so rare,
Covered all over with pollen,
Up from his toes to his hair.

After studying the particulars of the photo, I penned this poem:

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he ‘s a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he ‘s to setting.

That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may forever tarry.

Nah, I’m teasing—I wrote the first one, the one verse poem, but I didn’t write the second one. It was written some 400 years ago by Robert Herrick (1591—1674). It’s entitled “To the Virgins, to make much of Time.”

In my opinion, that is very sage advice and it appears to be exactly what virgins are currently doing, making much of time, that is to say, the virgins of today are not wasting any time.

8 09 2010

Love your poem, King. When I read on through the Herrick poem, I didn’t know you hadn’t written it….which triggered the thought, “gee, he sure writes old-fashioned all of a sudden!”

More original poetry, please. More! More! More!

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