The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee;
a clover, anytime, to him, is aristocracy.
~ Emily Dickinson
Upon lofty Lookout Mountain, delight and inspiration arrived unexpected, packaged in Springtime ritual. Assuming a better vantage point–ground level–I'm sure my stance attracted a laugh or two: balancing on my forearms with my behind in the air. When I noticed my father-in-law was taking pictures of ME, the photoshoot came to an abrupt end.
But not before I captured some marvelous images of a very busy bee!
Fuzzy, was he, bumble bee…
Working for his queen, you see…
Thief of golden dust, his quest
Frenzied pace, no time for rest.
Instinctive heist, honeyed plunder,
Can't help but watch in childlike wonder.