Every bush that blooms is an instant banquet. Every flower on it a presence. Every presence is noticed.
Bees and the other hungry fliers do not miss the seasonal bistros opened by Kniphofia caulescens in the Drakensberg—or any other flower on every other hill. In this way the hardness of existence is softened for all, albeit only momentarily.
As life is soon over, exuberance is needed to fulfil its demands. Every insect, mammal, bird—and whatever else is born die—has to produce offspring for replacing the living. Hence this respite in allocated exuberance.
It is the way of Mother Nature, the cruellest and the kindest, the inventor of carrot and stick, greatest slave driver of all, fighter for life.