We watched a honey bee bustle about on a clover with fervent ambition. She was a young one; Small. She plunged her head so deep in the petals that the smallest of flowers almost swallowed her up. Pulsing thorax, kicking legs, and periodically buzzing wings led me to think it was an especially delightful nectar deposit. Worth it. I walk through this yard every day. Getting the kids to school. Getting myself to work. Picking up groceries. Going on a walk. Cutting the grass. Garbage day.

We watched a honey bee bustle about on a clover with fervent ambition. She was a young one; Small. She plunged her head so deep in the petals that the smallest of flowers almost swallowed her up. Pulsing thorax, kicking legs, and periodically buzzing wings led me to think it was an especially delightful nectar deposit. Worth it. I walk through this yard every day. Getting the kids to school. Getting myself to work. Picking up groceries. Going on a walk. Cutting the grass. Garbage day.