Friday, April 15, 2011
Bee Still, My Heart
I was taking pictures of some of the azaleas in our yard yesterday. There are lots of bees hanging around the white azaleas by our front door. These bees seem a wee bit formidable, diving bombing around the flowers and the front door. Even though I've been stung by bees in the past, I look on them with fondness rather than fear.
My mom was named Beatrice, and was always called Bea. When I see the bees, I think of my mom, and send her a greeting.
I was pleased that this bee seemed willing to hang around for my pictures. Not that he wasn't busy doing his pollen thing.
I managed one of him buzzing by the green leaves, but only one of his wings show up in the picture.
Bee Gone.... And so am I.