I think of aliens, and brains, or maybe alien brains? What I don't think of is pollen.
There isn't any.
But take a close look at the bees...
You might just about be able to see that some of these little gals are so heavily laden with pollen that they can barely fly. Look at that little group of three to the right of the sugar feeder. The two flying above are looking at her stash of the good yellow stuff.
They aren't finding any pollen in the currant bushes. The first leaves are very tightly furled up, with no bud or blossom in sight.
If you look on the board behind her, you'll see another gal with some pollen, and another buzzing around in the air just above her.
The aspen trees have little catkins dangling down, but no yellow pollen could be coaxed out by me. Maybe my little bees know a secret?
The lilacs are definitely bare, but they would be. Even the tulips around here have a few weeks before they'll bloom.
Cherry? Same thing!
I know of only one place in this whole town where you can find pollen. It's about a half mile away, but that's definitely within a healthy bee's territory. Tomorrow I need to go to the greenhouses in the Bi-Mart parking lot and see if any of my gals are hanging out in there. I wouldn't blame them, what with the primroses and pansies and poppies in bloom, and the warm plastic sheeting over top to hold in the sun's warmth...
So yeah, I have a good scientific reason to go down there--I'm just scoping out the range of my bees, that's all. It certainly isn't to imprudently purchase impatiens to plant in the snow forecast for tonight.
Bees. Yup. That's my story, and I'm sticking with it!