Violet Albrecht Kress was my grandmother.  Like many women in the early to mid-20th century, she loved to paint.  No money meant no artistic training, but still the need for something more from life.  I can relate completely and always understood that.  

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These paintings mean much to me now.  I so wish she knew that.  I've often thought she, along with my parents June and Bruce Kress, would have loved that I became a beekeeper.

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Her daisies are so beautiful and delicate, like daisies I see in my bee yard.  Simple flowers.  I have come to appreciate many of the unsung heroes of the flower world of bees.​  Trilliums are little platters of pollen.  I am going to imagine that the yellow dabs amongst her flowers are humble dandelions, often the biggest indicator that the bees are ready to really forage in earnest.

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Please don't spray.  We need these "weeds".  They are a necessary feast for our little winged friends.  To them, they are flowers more beautiful than roses.   ~ Rebecca 

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