Sunday 18th May
A bee flies methodically in and out of the foxglove’s trumpets, searching for nectar, pollen clinging to its bottom, its buzz momentarily muffled by the velvety petal walls. There are multiple bees, all busily flying between flowers, adding their hum to rhythmic thrum of the crickets in the tall grasses of the meadow.
My hands are covered …
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